People who go to a single-language blog and post comments in a different language, are morons. And starting now, they will either be deleted, or, if I am in a bad mood, I’m going to mark you as a spammer. Because either your English is good enough for you to understand my ramblings, and thus good enough for you to fumble through whatever it is you want to say to me, or you’re just trolling and trying to get links out. I’m getting enough spam comments in my own language, I’m not dealing with anyone else’s.

Anyway.

There was a stinkbug at the foot of the basement stairs this evening. Or, I thought it was, they haven’t really been in the house since it got warmer outside, and this being the cold, dark section of the house, they seemed pretty happy to avoid it, so…I don’t even know. And it seemed dead, or at least comatose, and I thought about leaving it, because I have heard tell of The Smell for which they are named. But I know myself and the only thing worse than spotting a bug that close to my bedroom is coming back and finding it has left. Seriously, I cannot deal with thinking it might be here and I just don’t know where. So. Put a tissue over it, and pummeled it with a shoe. Got some oh-so-pleasant liquid on the tissue, but that could just be regular bug-juice, I dunno, I don’t usually add a tissue to the bug-bashing mix. I’m just not sure it was a stinkbug anymore, being as I don’t detect any odor, and one would think, from the wet on the tissue, that if it was going to smell it would. I admit, I am pretty stuffed up, and my head kind of hurts, and my tongue does have a slight metallic taste on it…but it is spring, and I am Headache Girl (worst superpower ever), and I could just totally be psyching myself into “detecting” something. Or maybe its the dehumidifier. Or maybe I just need to drink more water. I don’t know. And given that its all smished, and I’m having problems recalling their exact appearance because my memory is fucking swiss cheese, I’m kind of stuck not-knowing.

…..that was the point of my post. That psuedo-story. That is so fucking sad, you guys.