Stink Bug

Stink bugs.

What's the first word that pops into your head when you hear those words? Most of you would say something like,

Preposterous

Disgusting

Or even on occasion,

An abomination to the world's initial insect population.

Oh yeah, I've heard that one.

And these are all very true. Stink bugs are preposterous, are disgusting, and are especially an abomination to this world. I mean, a bug wafting out its remarkably untamable stench once it has been squashed, flattened, or even eaten? That, my friend, is Bologna.

I hated stink bugs with a burning passion.

I was the pharaoh, ordering my guards (my mother) to slaughter each and every one of the Hebrews (a stink bug who just happened to find it's way on my window sill). But no matter what I did, they always came back, and back, and back.

It was difficult. Getting rid of them, you know. I don't know how it happened, but they caught a piece of my heart and wouldn't dare to let go. I tried to pry it from his- I mean their- greedy hands, but they latched on like a mother to her child.

Ok. Fine. I think it's obvious it's not a stink bug I'm talking about, but a man. Pure and simple.

I know I say that stink bugs are my absolute nemesis, but that summer, I managed to find a place for one in my heart.

So what happened, you ask? What happened between this mysterious trespasser and I?

Well...Life

Authors note

Hello! I'm back with a new story that I'm absolutely passionate about! Take a wild guess at how I came up with this story idea. Yep, I saw a preposterous stink bug on my bed. Exciting, right? Any who, I have a question for you! What is the first thing that pops into your head when you hear the words, "stink bug"? Tell me in the comments! Until next time,

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