I know it may seem like a battle that cannot be won, but I refuse to stand by and do nothing.
It’s the stink bugs I’m talking about and their inevitable invasion come early fall. Last year it took me until well into fall, maybe even early winter, to change my tactics from an approach of bugs-belong-outdoors to you-will-die-if-you-step-inside-my-house. As a matter of fact, once I transitioned from Earth Momma Bugs-Belong-Outdoors to Stink Bug Killer on a Mission, I even began killing the stink bugs on the outside of my home. (I have a tall jar with cotton balls soaked in nail polish remover, and into the jar they go.)
This year, I started early. I started killing juveniles in the summer. And I’m starting to see them on the exterior and — gasp! — interior of my home. So, what’s a sane person to do?
Personally, I think if each man, woman and child (above the age of six) commits to killing 300 stinkbugs each this year then perhaps we can stem the geometric growth of their invasion. Who’s with me? You can count on me to do my part? Can I count on you to do yours?
I haven’t been keeping count, but Roger just came in from the garden declaring that he had killed at least 100 of them. So, count us in.