In the above photo we have the Western Conifer Seed Bug and it is a true bug says the literature (as opposed to a fake one?). These little guys are about 3/4 of an inch long, fly very clumsily, and emit an odor when riled that to us smells like unripened bananas. They are the nemesis of idylic autumn home life in the Rocky Mountains. My girls call them "Devil Bugs" and until today I'd never researched their real names. I've been sucking them up with a vacuum hose for the last month or so. Some get flushed down the toilet - you have to flush them completely because they can swim to the side of the toilet and crawl right back out. I'd leave them be but they are quite obnoxious once they've sought the safety of warmth in my home. You can be sound asleep, smell that smell in your dreams, and wake hastily just knowing that one got under the covers with you. I don't know how they get in the house. I was quite worried that perhaps our home was built on a colony of them, but, talking to neighbors I've found that everyone has them this time of year. They don't bite and they are caught very easily. They do tend to fly crazily into your meal or drink, or bonk you on the head when you're concentrating on sewing or doing the bills. We really dislike them. Not even Miss May, the family cat, will mess with them much.
I went home early from work yesterday and haven't been very active at all this morning. In fact, I stayed in my robe until just a little bit ago. My head aches and my body aches and there is some throat soreness. It was the Devil Bug situation that got me up and dressed, armed with vacuum hose in hand. There were several devil bugs on each window and as the sun warmed up the air in the living room they had started to move about more. And now I feel a little better comforted in the thought that their numbers are minimized at least for today. Sometimes grabbing just the mere Illusion of Control is quite healing.