I love fall.
The nights are cooler, the days are significantly less humid, the leaves turn brilliant shades of gold, the kids have homework to do instead of playing on my computer…
But there is one thing I really dislike about fall. Every September, around the time the kids go back to school and we open up our windows and let the breezes waft through the screens, the stinkbug infestation arrives full-force.
You cannot squish a stinkbug. Well, you CAN, but I assure you that you do not WANT to squish a stinkbug. Alice has been battling them as well, and she tells me that the odor of a stinkbug attracts other stinkbugs… some evolutionary quirk that says, Oh, no! One of our own has been squished! Let us hurry en force to the scene of the crime! Yep, some kind of queer lookie-loo gene mapping like that.
A couple weeks ago, we were trying to cool off the upstairs portion of the house by pointing a large box fan out the window. I am SO thankful that the screen was in place:
Can you see some little bugs on that window?
Let me zoom in for you…
There must have been at least 120 of those disgusting insects hanging onto that screen. I have NO IDEA why they would want to plant themselves in front of a blowing fan.
They hide in fabric. Let me tell you, it is a shrieking experience to grab your towel fresh from a nice shower and have a stinkbug fall out onto the bathmat! And then the little bugger flies up to freak you out all over again.