Haiku time -- but first, a brief anecdote. The other day I went to burn a pile of personal documents in the wood stove. Shortly after setting a blaze the ashes of old fires came to life with a buzzing whir, launching themselves into the room. After a brief panic, I realized the wood stove was filled with stinkbugs. The bugs make there way indoors in the fall to keep warm -- I slammed the stove door, (startled and enraged) and allowed them all the warmth they could handle. Up until then my hatred for the invasive pest (in spite of their congregating en masse on my home's exterior) had remained passive. The next day I worked my way around the house killing every one I found...
Chitin crunch abides.
Battery acid stink drifts,
when boots meet beetles.
And there are still beetles in the wood stove.
Hi Anthony,
ReplyDeleteI'm one of your Mom's cousins.
I really enjoy your blog.
I had a similar incident with beetles in my past, but I now have a annual ritual involving massive quantities of Raid that has prevented it from ever occuring again.
I'm really glad you enjoy the blog. All support is appreciated. Also, thank you for killing the beetles -- less work for me.
ReplyDeleteWe don't got em here in the icy. Still. my beloved's daughter, down near DC, is singin the stinkbug blues & I think I'll send her a link.
ReplyDeleteNice blog. & Nice to read you at Six Sentences, too.