About 20 years ago during Fall, I visited a friend who lived in Delafield, south of the Interstate. He had a nice home with lake frontage, heavily wooded lot, yada yada yada.
It was crawling with fingernail-length black bugs which had orange spots on their wings.
"Box-elder bugs," he said. "They're a pain, but don't do anything. No bites, but large swarms of them trying to get inside."
They were successful at 'getting inside.' But they didn't do anything but crawl around.
That was then.
Now they've migrated east. In another 20 years they'll be at the Marcus Center during MSO concerts. That should be fun to watch, midstream a quiet Schubert piece.
Anyhoo, they make great food for our pet spiders. The damn cats won't touch 'em, so somebody has to.
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