I had just come in from my afternoon walk and was sitting here in my favorite chair, checking e-mail and minding my own business when I heard the telltale sound of a stink bug. And it was right near my ear.
Here’s what they look like.
I shook my head, moving forward and suddenly began to smell that awful scent. And then I heard it again, this time on my head. Oh, Lord have mercy.
The stink bug was in my hair.
I shook some more and heard the tiny monster take off on its slow roll across the room where it landed on the edge of the couch. So I took a small piece of paper, intending to let him walk right onto it so I could open the door and throw him out into the cold night. I wasn’t quick enough, though and the bane of my existence was crawling up my hand by the time I released him into the freezing darkness.
But by then, it was too late. I had been stink bombed.
The odor was in my shirt, on my hair, and on my hand. My husband insisted he couldn’t smell it, but after about ten minutes, I couldn’t stand it any longer and ended up taking a shower and washing my hair.
If you’ve ever smelled a stink bug, you know what I mean. The little devils release a foul-smelling odor when crushed or bothered. When the temperatures get cooler, they try to enter your house through small gaps in the windows and we have a few die hards that I find flying about in the living room every now and then.
I’ve decided to paint my nails to take the smell away because I think it’s lingering somewhere. I truly hope I haven’t grossed you all out. I’m fine now. It was nothing like this little fiasco that occurred in my early 20’s, though.
I hate fly strips
Don’t even visit that link. I’m serious. It’s a long story.
Now, where’s that nail polish?