It was later, as I was gathering things together to put into my tote bag for work the next day that I spotted the little bugger (um, no pun intended) sitting on the frame to my front door. I changed course, grabbed a paper towel from the kitchen, and went to slay the intruder. I got him easily, but as I looked down, I saw it. The box elder bug graveyard is directly inside my front door!
I was not thrilled.
There had to be somewhere between 8 and 12 of the damn things. Most of them were dead and the rest were dying. I hastened on the end for them.
Now this isn't the first time I've found a dead box elder bug in my foyer, but the other times (yes, plural) I just figured they'd stuck to me as I'd come inside the house and didn't think anything more of it. But I hadn't opened my front door that day and I know they hadn't been there that morning. That meant only one thing--there's a gap in the seal of my front door and the damn things were crawling in.
Yesterday, my dad took a look, but said he couldn't see anything. I took a look myself and I did see it. There's a small gap--less than a quarter inch--but apparently big enough for box elders to crawl through in their death throes. This is going to be a pain until my dad can fix that for me. I so totally hate bugs.
