It’s Sunday afternoon, the eve of the new year, 2018, and I’m at my computer mucking about. I glance down at the floor. A stinkbug is reposing on top of a book called The Man Who Could Fly, the strange life of a man with a genius for bending reality out of shape.
I bend over and peer at the hated creature, officially classified a pest. Here in America only since 1998, they come from China. But they’re amazingly clever at making a living, and the females are superb replicators. As a result, this insect is thriving all over the USA. No sign of them going back to China.