Yo, Stinkbugs! You little twerps turn up everywhere. I go to my craft basket...two of you are cozying up underneath the bag of marbles. I look up from my kitchen counter and you're chillaxing in my philodendron. Nothing discourages you. The Hubbinator drops you in the toilet bowl and I walk in an hour later to see you walking on the water through the benefit of surface tension. You look death in the face and turn it into a day at the beach! So blech and a tip of my hat to your tenacity. Just don't let me find you doing the nasty in there.
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