I think that was the verse of an old song and now that I got it in my head I will be humming it all day long. This phenomenon, aptly called an earworm happens when one just can’t get a song (like it or not) out of their head. That is, dear friend, is another story. I do, however, want to talk about the world of insects that seems to intersect occasionally with ours.
I know some of these insects are beneficial. I’ve heard that before and just so you know I don’t kill these invaders, I simply catch and release. Perhaps it’s the eight or more legs, I mean why do they need that may legs? It could be the weird eyes, which even at their tiny size seem way too big. And what emotion other than fear do fangs evoke? Even spider lovers will rip and tear at themselves if they inadvertently walk through a spider web.
The other day my daughter picked up a bug and thrust it towards me. (She was always a tomboy and had nerves of steel) She told me to smell. Smell a bug; she had to be kidding right? I am nothing but trusting and naïve, so I did as she asked.
I have raised kids and changed thousands of diapers in my day. I have wiped up pet messes. I have cleaned out litter boxes way before scoop able litter came in to vogue. I have had babies upchuck on my best dress, and a daughter with projectile vomit. Nothing, and I mean nothing could cause a gag reflex in me, until now.
A stinkbug aptly named for the revolting odor they conjure up at the slightest interference in their personal space. No matter how ironclad your stomach may be, you will gag. You will retch, and you may even dry heave.
So last night sitting on my sofa and watching a little television before bed, I heard something fly and hit the lamp base. A stinkbug! I called my Tomboy daughter and asked her what I should do. She told me not to squash it. Well, duh!
I honestly considered letting it just stay there and hope that it found it’s way out. And then I had visions of me, accidently sitting on it when it moved from the lamp base to the sofa. What if it flew (yes they fly) upstairs and into my bedroom? Something had to be done and soon.
I retrieved a paper cup and a piece of paper. Like an expert, I scooped the little guy into the cup and without so much as a sniff I tossed him outside. Oh yes, I tossed the cup too; I wasn’t falling for that again.
p.s. I read that stinkbugs are not native to Virginia and recently migrated here in the 90's. It figures!