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!!!