Something else is bugging us here in the nation’s capital. As if we didn’t have enough to worry about, we are undergoing an invasion–in our homes, in our cars, at work, on our persons.
We thought we were safe until 2021, when the 17-year locusts are scheduled to return.
But no, Mother Nature has sent the Brown Marmorated Stink Bug, so named because of the noxious odor it emits when squashed. I understand our neighbors to to the north and south are also being plagued.
I first noticed stink bugs when my two cats started chasing them around the house. Then I spotted them within the window frames, crawling across the kitchen counter, then pretty much everywhere. I’ve picked one out of my hair and one off my clothing. I even plucked one off a stranger Friday night as we waited in line to retrieve our cars from a restaurant valet. It was the least I could do, as I had noticed the poor guy earlier as his dinner companion (wife, girlfriend, first date, sister, don’t know) sobbed through the meal. Then to be attacked by a stink bug.
The stink bug appeared Saturday on the front page of The Washington Post, below the fold, jumping out at readers as they turned over their morning papers. The article quoted a noted entomologist who predicted the invasion “is going to be biblical this year.”
As I contemplated whether to share this creepy phenomenon with my blog readers, I soon learned I had been beaten to the punch.
My friend Dennis wrote a descriptive post on his blog and I didn’t want to be a copycat. Then I thought I’d write a stink bug haiku. Nope, it’s been done. Stink bug rap? Done, including clean and dirty versions.
Then I thought, aha, The Stink Bug Blues.
Doh! How early does a person need to get up to write an original piece on a stinking insect?
So basically, I got nothin’. But the blues…
Maybe this will take our minds off bedbugs for a while.
2 responses to “A real stinker”
The End Times. Aren’t they great?
I’ll see your stink bug and raise you two scorpions.