Of all things to find in a house on this date, he must have snuck in with me. A boxelder bug. I guess they're incredibly resilient. I saw him from afar and I was aw heck naw. Got a napkin to kill it, and when I was close enough, I realized it was just a boxelder. I even endearingly said "aw, you're just a boxelder. I coaxed him onto my hand and escorted him over to my indoor plants, as I'm sure theres food for him there. A win win. Long as he doesn't bug me in my sleep, we're cool.
The funny part is I was ready to kill the |expletive| out of it before I actually knew what it was, but once I identified it, I said oh, you can stay. In warmer weather I send them outside. But now have a symbiotic relationship with a bug.
What makes boxelders the golden retriever of bugs?
