February 8, 2015
My sister's terrified of stink bugs. She yelps and dashes out of the room when they fly. I grew tired of picking up stink bugs on her command, so now she pays me with a used postage stamp to carry them outside. (I reuse stamps for crafts.) Last night as I was making butternut squash cookies, a stink bug fell from the ceiling and marched towards a little of the batter that spilled on the counter. It drew out its straw tongue and drank the sugary liquid. It wanted water. Maybe bugs are more human than they get credit for.