Living on the East Coast in a mid-Atlantic state, we are ambushed by a hoard of the infamous brown marmorated stinkbugs every Fall. For those of you who haven’t seen one, they are gross, look like dinosaurs, and love to hang out in your toasty house when the weather starts to get a little cooler.
And they are everywhere.
I, personally, do not like them one bit. They crawl around on the ceiling, waiting for the right moment to drop, buzz clumsily around lamps, and often straight at my face. This morning as I was getting ready for work, I was lucky enough to find one nestled in the right sleeve my freshly washed and folded sweater as I sleepily got dressed.
Eek! Not a great way to start a morning. But I guess if that’s the worst thing that happens to me today, I’ll be ok.