Holy crap. We’re being invaded by stink bugs. They are miserable and invasive, and they’re driving me crazy. Somehow they manage to get into the house through our screen doors. And who knows where else.
I find them on my doors.
I find them near my floors.
I find them in my light.
I find them on my screens.
I do not like them, Sam I Am.
(Yeah, I know it doesn’t rhyme.)
You can’t squish them. Well, you can. But if you do, ewww da pilau smell! So gross.
The other day was kinda cold, so I put on a knitted cowl. And I started smelling stink bug. But I couldn’t see anything. But I could smell it. I walked outside, and OMG, it was on my shirt! I couldn’t help it…I screeched, small kine. It reminded me of the time the B-52 kamikaze kakaroach landed on me back home. (I yelled much louder that time, and did a lot of dancing around.) I brushed it off me, and it went flying away. Probably to land on one of our screens again.
Nolemana got the one in the light in my office. And guess what? Its brother came back today and is buzzing around up there.
I guess it could be worse. Try look this wahine’s hale in the southwest part of Portland.
Yeah, the bug from hell. Foa realz.