So there was yet another stink bug flying around our house. Colin is deathly afraid of stink bugs and as soon as he sees one, he's crouched on the floor with his hands over his ears screaming "TINK BUG! MAMA GET THE TINK BUG!"
What can I say. He loves worms, hates stink bugs. He's a complicated little man, my Colin.
Being the mama warrior that I am, I explained "Calm down, Colin, its just a teeny tiny bug! Calm down!" then bravely approached the Stink Bug that was perched on the shower curtain. But as soon as I got close, it buzzed away. And vanished. I looked and looked and could not find that stupid bug anywhere.
I showed Colin it was all gone (hoping it wouldn't reappear) so he would stop crying. I put him to bed – still keeping an eye out for the mysterious disappearing bug – and went into my bathroom to brush my teeth.
Then something moving caught my eye in the mirror.
IT WAS IN MY HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I screamed, smacked the stink bug off, caught it in a tissue and flushed it – and them commenced with the age-old "EWWWW THE BUG TOUCHED ME!!!" dance women have been performing since the beginning of time.
If you need me, I'll be washing my hair. Again.



















