They were late to congregate in my old Conowingo Victorian, but when they did, they were multiplying with magnificence.
Everybody was puzzled and overwhelmed, but I kinda just let them have their convention, like ladybugs, house flies, and other aphids had done over the decades.
And then their appearance was relentless into late fall; in every sweater and making condos behind my wall posters. As Christmas season commenced, their punctuality became infrequent.
As I write this in late January from my office beside the woodstove, I have a nightly visitor.
The last brown marmorated stink bug, who boldly struts to the center of my keyboard, notepad, watch, and wallet every evening.
I look for him now, as I sit with my nightly beverage. The audacity of this gray-brown, fat insect-dinosaur with undulating antennae. He walks to the desk corner, looks around, and does a short helicopter flight to my computer screen. Then he stumbles over and does a seven-step backflip to regain composure and bearings.
This bold critter has been doing these nightly antics for weeks!
Six legs like a walking stick, offset eyes, tri-colored antennae, and an earth-gray dorsal shield.
I gotta admit, for a walker usually gazing at hawks, rocks, and horizons, this desk-dweller has been distracted by the last insect critter of 2010.