The boys ( my cats) wants the windows open and since, I can see... the stink bugs waiting to get in, forget it.
You know how bad these things are? They are like a joke. Rodney Dangerfield would had loved them.
I chased one for over an hour the other night. They are not as "slow" moving as one would think. And, they fly better than you can imagine. As you get close to them, you see them crack open their shell of a body and out comes wings! The first time I saw this I was stunned. It looks prehistoric.
I was peacefully laying on the sofa watching some God-awful show on tv when I noticed something black sticking from my crown molding. I got up, thinking, how he would be easy to get. I got the broom and knocked him down and then, he was gone. He was just gone. I searched the floor, the cats helped me in the search.
I figured he was just dead. I started watching the stupid movie again when I saw it on the other side of the wall. I used the broom again, and that is when I saw he could fly. This time, I saw where he flew to. Right under the sofa. Boy, was I mad.
I moved the sofa out, flipped it as well as I could and didn't see him. I got the vacuum and did the floor and the sofa, and the hairy cat.
When all finished I started to watch the movie again, but now it was over. I started to flip the stations when I saw him again. I steadily flipped while watching him never taking my eyes off of where he was going. He went to the back of the room, behind me. So that is what his game is, I thought. I let him think I didn't know he was back there. I reached on the side of me, still flipping the stations and then, when I thought he would least expect it, I whacked him with the broom.
I hurriedly ran over to where I heard his body drop. Yes, you can hear their bodies drop on a hardwood floor. I looked and looked and couldn't find him.
I sat back down on the sofa, my son then came in from work and asked why I was watching the shopping tv station the one which sells "marital aids", and that was when I smelled "that" smell, and knew I got him. I yelled, "I GOT HIM!" My son said, " mom, don't kill the stinkbugs" and left really fast.
I hate bugs, but I really really hate stinkbugs.