The Plague Diaries: Day 50 The Very Short Story of the Stinkbug in the Bathroom and his Untimely Demise

When I went into the bathroom to take a shower, a stinkbug was making his way up the mirror. He was a sizable stinkbug. Frankly, my motivation to deal with him at that time was limited. I got in the shower.

photocredit: Old Dominion Wildlife

When I came out of the shower, the stinkbug was floating in a glass of water by the back edge of the sink, right under the mirror.

The beast was stone cold dead.

I flushed him down the toilet.

That was the most exciting thing that happened on Thursday.