I think it was 2008, we were on a caravan holiday at Cleethorpes and they were everywhere indoor and outdoors.
When I recount the tale, it seems unimaginable to some, but the paving flags on the prom were encrusted in layers of crushed ladybirds so much that you could hardly see the floor underneath them. It felt like a biblical event. They were in hair, on bus windows covering both sides, all over benches and tables, all over the sand.
I was scared of ladybirds long before this, but this took it from fear to phobia levels of anxiety, because I still can't eat a meal outdoors incase there are ladybirds, and if I spot one in the garden I won't go in that spot for days.
This year I accompanied my son as his 121 on a school trip... to Cleethorpes. We were sat on the grass banking waiting for the land train and one of the kids said "OH, and ladybird!" and I had the most embarrassing panic attack in front of 60 4 year old, and all EYFS staff.
Oddly enough though normal black beetles don't bother me. I mean I'd rather not touch them, I think they're a bit creepy and I'm sure they think the same of me as I do them, but ladybirds are just something I don't think I could ever get over.
I used to be that kid that collected woodlice and earthworms and carried them round in my pockets, and now I'm a quivering mess around a universally adored insect.