We been lucky. North of us, the stink bugs arrived in Biblical swarms, blocking windows and covering furniture. Here they have appeared one at a time, usually dead or dying.
Our Stink Bug Invasion
has been more subtle and discreet than most;
they’ve appeared as single spies and not
battalions - and only briefly, dying
or dead, so we get to witness a final
flight - a diving swan song- or find a
supine corpse on the carpet, lacking only
a lily for its RAID audition. No call
backs here- just a simple burial in
a Kleenex shroud. We resist the temptation
to crush them as we could. Is that mercy
or cruelty, denying them the chance to live
up to their name in a malodorous death ?
We don’t get to watch the performance of
their lives, just the closing curtain call.
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