Why I “hate” Stink Bugs

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Stink Bug hiding under hair appliance

There I am, minding my own business, engaged in an activity, and one shows up. Yesterday this baby, above, fell out of the sweater I am wearing today. THAT is how they are these bugs: quiet, and with a face that any mother would find hard to love.

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Stink Bug on top of towel

I hate the way Stink Bugs, or in this case, the Western Conifer Seed Bug (note, this bug is not in the official Stink Bug family but is commonly labelled as such by many of us) sneak up on me. To my knowledge these sly bugs don’t bite: my husband, a former science teacher, confirmed this fact. They just roam around looking for a plant to juice with their needle-like mouthpart.

Stink Bugs appear out of the blue…usually as a harbinger of the change of seasons, or in the middle of winter with a global warming trend. The Stink Bug has disturbed me at the most inopportune times.

I’ll be typing away and one shows up, crawling along my keyboard, about to be smushed by my next word. Many a night, cozy in bed reading a book, one of these creatures dive bombs me from the ceiling with a buzz the intensity of  which is matched by a bumble bee.

The problem is, except for a bed and wall inspection, interception is futile as the Stink Bug slowly, stealthily, bursts into my life without warning in its other worldly costume.
My intervention is usually a shout to request that my husband guide the bugger out the window in hopes of avoiding its stinky smell when smushed.

One night, however, this did not work.

It was the fall of 2005. It was the middle of the night and I woke up parched. I reached for my glass of water and sipped it for that midnight refreshment.

It tasted funny, a slight sweetness. Gatorade comes to mind all these years later. I thought I better take a look. In order not to wake my husband, I took the glass through the darkness into the bathroom. That is when I saw it: a stink bug had drowned in my water and was off gassing.

I did wake my husband who said, “Don’t worry about it, it is just a little extra protein, go back to sleep.” I remained concerned and at 2 am called poison control.
The poison control guy talked me down and here I am more than 10 years later, alive and preparing for the next stealth bomber.

 

 

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a first world problem in a suffering world

One Sunflower

This picture was originally taken in 2012, I think.  It was a sunflower that just grew and grew.  It may have been one that my husband let take root, even though it contrasted with his vision for that particular area of landscape.

Like many things in nature, it can be a metaphor for our lives.  We reach a peak of growth and then as we decline, whenever that moment begins, we are laden with the ripeness of our time.  When that seed spreads, it may flower, feed other life, or disappear.  It is the nature of things.

To see this sunflower in its moment, its fullness, on the brink of decline and then to revisit it nearly four years later, is a bit of magic.

 

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Sunflower circa Fall 2012

“In too many places, libraries are the only reliable high speed access point”

4 years later…rural broadband seems to have stagnanted in many places. Source: “In too many places, libraries are the only reliable high speed access point”

Bill Carpenter Helped Hangar Theatre take flight

Recently, I blogged about the loss of our writing companion at the Lansing Writers Group. Here is an Ithaca Journal article about his many accomplishments that reflects the dynamic and creative individual Bill we lost.  It is written by our mutual friend Kathryn Mapes who also writes a very interesting blog entitled, IthacaLansing Tales.

http://www.ithacajournal.com/story/news/local/2016/01/15/bill-carpenter-helped-hangar-theatre-take-flight/78674418/

Link to Bill’s website:  MovieJourneys

Link to my blog about Bill

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The Matrix

  • To escape the Matrix, you must first re-enter it.

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that precise moment

when you know how Tony felt

at a duck sighting.

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Beautiful Hooded Merganser ducks landed on our pond:                               hope for the New Year

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