The ongoing siege has demoralized the troops, and even the fearless feline footsoldiers will no longer engage the enemy. After trying to ignore their screen-coating tactics, slithering entry into all rooms and occasional dive-bombing, I was finally forced to fortify myself with vino last night and engage in a hunt and capture mission. My hands still stink, despite the protective tissue I used…
Unfortunately, my efforts will be for naught unless I resort yet again to chemical warfare. Time to don plastic gloves for Stage II of the counter attack…
Wish me luck, my fellow stinkbug warriors!
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