Clara stomped up to me yesterday with a tightly sealed glass jar. “Can you open this for me please?” She asked.

With some effort I was able to twist the lid off. Before I could see inside she snatched it angrily out of my hands. So, I asked her about what the apparently empty jar had in it that she was so upset about getting access to.

She sighed, “It’s my pet stink bug.” She told me, “but I‘m not happy with him right now. He has been very naughty, and I’m going to have to punish him.”

“Oh dear.” I said, “that sounds serious. What did he do wrong?”

She opened the lid, shook the jar and sighed again, “He died.”

I wasn’t sure what to say after that, so a few moments later she wandered out into the hallway and down the stairs.

I can’t blaim her for being frustrated though. It must be a difficult and thankless job to be responsible for the eternal punishment of naughty deceased stink bugs in Bug Hades.