Stink

I’m getting ready for work and decide to actually wash my breakfast dishes. When I approach the sink I feel something land in my socked toes. That’s strange. Keep washing!

A moment later I push back from the sink, done with my bowl and mug. I look down.

“Ahhhhhhh. Get it. A bug on my foot,” I shout.

My mom, standing next to me looks down. “Gross!” Without blinking and eye though so grabs the cardboard garbage bag box and scoops the stink bug off my socked foot and gets rid of it. “Where did that come from?”

“Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!,” I say. “It must have been perched up there,” I say pointing to the underside of the cabinet. “Good thing I felt it or it would have been stuck in my shoe all day,” I groan with a shiver.

“Good thing!”

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