I heard Mr. Cardui calling from the throne on a recent evening, something about something I should see. Turned out to be worth it: a stink bug making an appearance on the bathroom mirror, buzzing around the lights, and exploring the paper towel roll. This bug's story
came out later, as the daughter let on about finding what she thought was a roach in her bath towel, then feeling relief to find it was just a stinky pentatomid plant bug that hitchhiked in from the
yard on her jacket.
Today another one of these bugs came in the office door and discovered the green light on my wireless mouse thingy.
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There's a good pun (or maybe a bad joke) in there somewhere about stinkbugs and toilets...
Nah, I'm going to leave it alone.
Worshiping the light apparently,
Cindy beat me to it!
Stink bugs . . . toilets? I don't get it.
Anyway, I've been thinking about the idea of worship as in insects' instinctual response to light in the context of the holiday season and may (or may not) have more to say about that.
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