haiku for today:
No matter which way
winds blow, sun shines, or rain falls,
stink bugs celebrate!
~ ~ ~
Make them stop!
Whirligig flying patterns ~ zip! zoom! za!
The stink bugs greet me (they are quite friendly).
I wish they’d find a new friend.
They seem quite literary; our bookshelves are among their favorite places.
They creep around the window and door frames ~ crawling, flying, ‘just hanging’, buzzing, flitting to and fro.
They like to plop into my glasses of water (I find this quite disgusting!).
I wonder what they think of me?