Literally. I can see them slithering out of crannies along my wood-covered walls and dropping down unexpectedly from around the window frame to join me as I’m relaxing on the couch. These stinkbugs all seem to be juveniles – perhaps just entering the wild world of adolescence – about half the size of the average full-sized denizen from hell.
I can’t help wondering if this is simply a case of the young ones having the winter blahs and seeking some outdoor excitement.
“Mom, I’m bored, can I crawl out of the crevice to play?”
“Sure, honey, but don’t forget to harass the owner of the house!”
Aaaagh!! Will this scourge ever come to an end?