Under my foot

As my left foot began to touch the floor, I hesitated, repelled. My foot arched. I felt the start of a crunching sensation.

I step on many things in our house - sticks, wood chips, dry leaves, soil, Legos. This, I knew, was a stink bug.

The feeling is familiar. Someone sounds the stink bug alarm. The adult closest to the bathroom retrieves several sections of precious organic recycled healthy-for-your… toilet paper. The stink big detector reports the stink bug’s location, and the grim-faced toilet paper wielding adult gently grabs the stink bug and crushes it.

This is how I know that the object under my foot was a stink bug. My hands’ experience told my foot.

Luckily the stink bug was already dead.