You don't want to know about stink bugs, believe me.
Apparently they're not native and made their way here ... somehow. Freighter? No clue. But they have no natural predators, and if you find one in the house, you have to take it out, not kill it, because you kill it and they STINK. And with no natural predators here, they multiply like mad.
I see them mostly swarming outside at work. Which lead to a fun smoke break in which we watched a juvenile preying mantis stalk the stinkbugs. God, I love preying mantises. It had everyone from someone in the directorate to a cafe cashier rapt, and even helping it when it couldn't get traction on the metal window frames.
We have an invasion of fruit flies while I was away with the kids this weekend. Ugh.
Had one of those old fashioned photos taken of the kids. Too much fun!
That picture is awesome. Their expressions are right on point!
I swear, Owen was channeling Eastwood.
Happy Birthday, Matilda! I hope your school transition is worry-free and smooth!
Stink bugs, aighh. I grab them carefully in a paper towel or tissue, gently put them outside if I can, or cruelly flush them down the toilet. Haven't gotten stunk at yet. The cats have learned not to eat them.
Cash, that's a great photo!
God, I love preying mantises.
You'll pleased to know there's one at Matilda's new school, in the eco-lab room. Apparently it just roams the around eating other bugs. There's a tarantula there too. Also, in the garden there are signs that say "The bugs help the garden!"