It’s stinkbug time.
I hate stinkbugs. I love the spring and look forward to it all year long until I remember that it comes with bugs. Specifically, bugs that tend to cluster.
I can’t even describe to you in words how absolutely disgusted I am by swarms of anything. If both my cats are in the same room at the same time, I make one of them clear out so it doesn’t look like I’m getting an infestation. Even just the words “swarm” and “infestation” give me the willies. The thought of attempting to find a picture to attach to this blog post absolutely scared the bejeezus out of me.
I’m not “afraid” of stinkbugs or lady bugs. I’m afraid of the omen they bring.
When I was in college, I lived in a crappy 5-room house with a bundle of roommates. Rent was low and bugs were rampant. I could walk around the house and easily count into the double digits how many stinkbugs I saw hanging out along the way. Everywhere I went, I felt in constant anxiety of my next sighting.
Ladybugs pull ahead in the attractiveness factor, but when I remember what it looks like to see them all huddled on top of each other in the corners and cracks of houses, I go flailing about the house like a frightened little girl.
I think my problem is a fear of collections in general. I am incredibly careful to not make any mention that I “collect” something. I know far too many family members who are buried and unable to move under the mounds of snowmen, angels, Santas, roses, or cat figurines. All it takes is one careless mention or gesture and suddenly everyone who knows you gets you a variation of a penguin for Christmas.
Once, a couple of friends and I decided to decorate the bathroom in our place with an assortment of ridiculous plastic ducks. It wasn’t so much that we cared for the ducks as it was a result of a free giveaway at school. Unfortunately, I hadn’t realized that anyone visiting the house could look at the window ledge in the bathroom, see the variety, and insist upon us having a duck collection.
There are many things I would like to be thought of in this life, but a collector of ducks is not one of them.
I’m absolutely terrified of what this stinkbug means for the apartment. Are there more? Are they lurking somewhere? What if I see a ladybug too? Maybe I need to just make sure the cats are on their A-game so they can help with pest control. Maybe I should get another cat.
…No… 2 cats is reasonable. 3 cats is a collection. ♣