May 6, 2011

  • Respite: A Stinkbug Encounter

    I've been trapping stinkbugs. 

    It's true. 

    Ever since my last encounter with a stinkbug, I've been a little bit more ruthless in my dealings with them. I have these short plastic cups I've been using to scoop 'em up before transporting them to the Ceramic Dungeon which happens to have a flush handle. Sometimes it takes a little rattling of the cup to get them loose enough to chuck into the toilet. But no more setting them free into the Great Outdoors. No, no. 

    Recently, however, I decided to keep them around for a bit. Try to get over my dread of bugs. Therapy, you know. Why not, while I'm grappling with all these other issues? I can tell you one thing so far: it's not working. No matter how often I look at these bugs, I can't seem to lose my disgust for them, let alone develop an affinity. Stinkbugs, in particular, are really gross. I have this odd fascination about how they actually smell like. Maybe I can smell the cup. After this one meets its demise, anyway. The last one croaked before meeting the "watery grave." And I don't mean baptism. 

    I really hate bugs. Studying them doesn't help. There's nothing redeeming about them. They creep me out. Did you know they have this awesome ability to not only fall on their backs really often but to get themselves upright? It kind of looks like they're doing "The Fish." Except on they're on their backs. If you don't know what "The Fish" is, you're not missing much. 

    Really, I just wanted to write an entry that didn't have to do with anything. So here it is. 

    School is winding down. The kids are, as one says it, "squirrelly." As am I. 

    There are may lessons yet I need to learn, so I'm off to get schooled by a Master Teacher. More to come. 

    Grace is slowly seeping back into my heart. 

     

Comments (5)

  • I used to live in Lower Bucks County, PA and the apartment I was living in seemed to be engulfed with thousands of stink bugs when the weather was starting to get warm. I hate them. HATE. They smell like burnt rubber when they are squished...or so I've heard. 

  • @Jackee0779 - thanks for the info. I'll make a mental note. I heard PA had a stinkbug infestation. I think I would have died. So you never smelled them either? I kinda don't want to find out first hand, although I did hear that it's a myth that their smell attracts other stinkbugs. Either way, that's partially why I don't want to smash 'em. 

  • @onathousandhills - It does and now I live on the boarder of PA and NJ. It's not that bad here but man I have no idea how they get in my house. EEEEEEEEEEW! I've never crushed one either for fear that my house will be skunked.LOL!

  • i don't think stinkbugs can survive up here.  we have much more mutant-looking bugs.  you should feel blessed.  :)

  • @rAmOsEs - you're right; you guys have a different breed of buggage up there... I'll deal with my visitors... did you know that I secretly call every single stinkbug "Bob"? 

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