Chris: What’s that on the ceiling?
Me: A brown marmorated stinkbug.
Chris: We should deal with it *goes to cabinet, grabs hand full of rubber bands*
In short succession, six people with baccalaureate degrees in some sort of science were shooting rubber bands at the ceiling. After about 5 minutes of firing, I cheated and knocked it off the ceiling with a metal rod and discovered it was not a live stinkbug, but a dried dead husk of one. I guess that it explains why it didn’t try to dodge.
11 months ago, during the Great Stinkbug Scourge of 2007, I thought I killed all the bastards but have recently realized I have not. My mistake was apparently in crushing them. Once the stink is unleashed, the other bugs scatter delaying their eventual death as I had to wait for them to regroup. So, I devised a new way of killing them: I took pieces of double sided tape, stick one side to the bug and the other side to the inside of a cardboard box I’m using as a garbage can. So I have a row of these bugs stuck with their backs to the box, flailing wildly until they eventually starve/dehydrate and die without unleashing their stench.
Alternatively, I could start raising spiders again. I’m not sure which would be worse.