Some of you are familiar with the stink bug invasion of aught-nine. Well, they keep crawling out of the woodwork. About once a week, I still flush a stink bug, ever so carefully, down the toilet. A couple of weeks ago, the Little Guy was screaming, “Mommy, HELP!” from his bedroom. I thought, “Here we go. Another excuse for me to come into his room!” I ran up the stairs in case he really was in trouble and here is how it went:
Little Guy: “Mommy, HELP!”
Mommy: “What’s wrong?’
Little Guy: “Mommy, stink bug!”
Mommy: “Stink bug? Where?” (I was sure he was making this up!)
Little Guy: Points to his pillow from a safe distance across the room.
Mommy: Walks over to the bed to investigate.
I did not see a stink bug, but peices from his blanket that looked like they could be an imaginary stink bug. And then I spied it! On the corner of the pillow…A BIG FAT STINK BUG! I freaked out in my mind and grabbed the pillow and put it on the floor, went to to bathroom (shaking the heebie-jeebies out) and grabbed some tissue, came back into the room as calmly as I could and grabbed the bug.
Mommy: “Say goodnight stink bug!”
Little Guy: “Goodnight stink bug!”
I took the stink bug into the bathroom, stuck him in the toilet and flushed…lid down! Then, I walked back into the Little Guy’s room.
Little Guy: “Mommy sing a song.”
Mommy: “OK, what song?”
Little Guy: “The stink bug song.”
Stumped, this is what I came up with…
Mommy: “The itsy bitsy sting bug…”
You know the rest. YUCK!!!