Stalled by a Stink Bug

30 minutes later, he’s safe. He almost drowned in the kitchen sink probably innocently trying to get a drink of water and then my giant purple microfiber cloth wiped him off into oblivion. Yet he survived from his superior survival mechanisms. I smelled his wonderful alarm stench while I washing my dishes….. Now these are the thoughts that ran through my mind as I sniffed and tried to locate my fallen homie. ‘Stinky? Where are you friend?’ … ‘Did I wipe you into a stinky grave of dishwater and old food? I’m a terrible friend’ … ‘ARE ALL MY DISHES GOING TO SMELL LIKE THIS FOREVERRRR?’… ‘What is your Uncle Frank going to think?’