The Little Things Make The Most Beautiful Flames
So, the stinkbugs are back.
I say that as if you aren't 't already well aware, but I'm fairly certain that everyone everywhere is dealing with them now. And if you aren't? Do you mind if I sleep on your couch? Because I've had quite enough of swatting at things flying around my head. It's time for a road trip.
Obviously, my plan to burn them all with fire isn't going as well as I had hoped.
Except that it is.
Before I get into that, though, I would like to point out that no matter where you've found a stinkbug, someone has found one in a worse place. There are no winners in this game, but at least I now know to be grateful for the minor inconvenience that is Ali Cat eating stinkbugs and then puking up their chewed up bits and pieces all over my family room.
True story. That has been happening daily. It's not that bad when you consider the number of people who have kids who have chewed on a stinkbug. Or two.
Annnnd ... back to the fire. I'm telling you this story for no other reason that because it brings me great joy. It's one of those gleeful moments that I wish I could bottle up and treasure forever and ever. I don't have a bottle that's big enough to hold moments, so I have to settle for blogging.
Anyway, Saturday evening a few friends ended up at our house. As often happens when friends gather around these parts, a fire spontaneously appeared in the fire pit. Or the husband started a fire. Whichever.
As we sat gathered around the warm flames enjoying one another's company, we contemplated the perfection that is a good s'more. And then it happened.
A stinkbug appeared.
The little douchebug proudly strutted its way into our circle and stood there, acting as if it was a part of the group of friends. It wasn't, of course, but it tried very hard to play the part as it stood warming its feet by the fire.
And then it decided it needed to get a little warmer.
And a little warmer yet.
The douchebug went from staring at the fire from about six inches away, to marching its way directly into the flames. It. Was. Marvelous.
It became even more marvelous with the little douchebug burst into flames.
It's the little things in life that bring me great joy, especially when its the little things bursting into flame. Now if only it had taken about a million of its closest friends with it ...
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Reader Comments (4)
i hate those damn things. keeping my house pretty cold helps keep them to a minimum, but one stink bug is too many. which is why i was THRILLED to come to work to find my coworker had sent me a photo of about 60 dead stink bugs in a trap she made last night. granted she sort of had to go around collecting them, but they fell right into the trap and instant dead, with no smell. i shall be making one of these collecting contraptions this evening so that i am at the ready.
I think I'll send mine an invite to our firepit on Saturday. Also, just bought some bayberry candles to keep them away from the inside of the house. Works like a charm and the house smells wonderful.
I had a stinkbug fly into my hair at car pool last year. It took two (2!!) showers before I smelled a little better and my girls still talk about the stench. So, is it just Ali that eats stinkbugs or could I use that as a selling point for my husband to get the kittens that are waiting for us?
There are no stink bugs in Minnesota. You're welcome to visit anytime you want. XD