People don’t like stink bugs in general because they stink. I however like the stink bugs living in my home unlike the ones that lived in  the home in Montana.

Stink bug is a general word used for insects that emit strong odors, especially when excited or squished.

In Montana the stink bugs were black beetles and they had a very pungent stink, not really pleasant at all whereas the stink bugs here in my home have a green liquid that smells, not bad.

This is what they look like. They are known by the official name: Helmeted Squash bug

They are a tough and hardy bug, I’ve even seen them crawling on the cold snow.

They fly through the air, which is okay but flying bugs don’t really excite me rather how they walk is what is fun to see.

Many the minutes I’ve spent watching this squash bug walk on my table. They remind me of robots and you won’t believe me but we talk and they actually possess a bit of cognitive knowledge.

When I grab one by the antenna they definitely don’t like it and will immediately emit a strong smell. I usually start laughing as I throw them outside.

Yes, the simple things in  life are what make it worth living and for me the Helmeted little bastard is one such thing.

Also, they are inspirational for a poem.

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Stink Bug

 

Stilted while tilted; walking-the-walk; a helmeted bug tip toeing the scene.

Slow and surely they seem…

To be and see and hear, they know many things.

 

Durable tough but still filled with mortality.

Stepped on, squashed, flattened, they will stink

Dried out they still look alive, and would remain so for eternity.

 

Thrown in the air they instantly sprout wings, and curse…

Oh my how they swear, “Fuck, shit, bastard…”

Words directed at me.

 

Yet they land soon and upon stilted legs walking a tilted scene

they soon again are at peace

and usually the bastards will look at me,

and smile

but sometimes they look disappointed that I don’t hate their stink.