There is a stinkbug flying around the living room.
First, I didn’t know stinkbugs fly. Really, they fly? Who knew.
Second, Jared’s not home tonight. He’s on a “business trip” (read: he’s in New Hampshire with one of the classes he’s facilitating. They’re hiking and hanging out a posch cabin).
Third: I think I’m a pretty tough lady. But this creepy bug flying around is making my skin crawl. And I already had some freaky bug crawl up next to me on the couch today. And I had to smash him, right here on the couch. He moved really fast… and I didn’t know what else to do. That’s why we have slipcover on the couch. So that it can get washed after I smash bug guts into. Naturally. It has nothing to do with the psychedelic color pattern underneath. It’s bug-gut-proof-couch. I highly recommend them.
Oh man, the stink bug just dive bombed onto the coffee table. That’s what you get when you hang out on a florescent light, stinkbug. If he fell into my coffee can of open Sharpies, someone is going to get hurt.
Do you think he’s dead, or only stunned?
If he’s dead, I can’t follow through on my threat. I’ll just be miffed. And rankled. Grrrr….
I will be tough, I will be tough, I will be tough.
I have Sharpies to defend, afterall.