Ok buckle up chumps you're about to get a story
Once upon a time, like 3 years ago or something, I waged war in my bedroom against a very specific kind of enemy. They were invaders, seeking to use my room for their nefarious schemes. There were hundreds of them (not really, but it felt like there were). An enemy so foul that even when you kill them they still have a way to fight you. Yes, I'm talking about the accursed stinkbug. They're regrettably common in my area even more regrettably they're quite invasive and at a certain time every year I'm forced to wage a holy war against them.
This particular year was more brutal than the others. There's a window on the side of my room that for some reason they're attracted to. It's always their point of entry. Even when it's closed they still find a way to get in and hide inside the blind for that window. I have to smack the blind to startle them to make them leave it, and when they do I'm waiting for them with toilet paper so I can catch them with it and flush them down the toilet. You can't crush them or they'll release that putrid stench.
So as I captured one and sent it to its doom, I returned to my room to find that ANOTHER had entered. So I groaned in frustration and captured this one too, and sent him to a swift, watery death. But what did I find upon my return to my room? TWO MORE HAD COME IN. It got to the point where I was actually keeping a length of toilet paper in my room so I could catch them immediately. When the day was over, I had gotten rid of 14 stinkbugs within just a handful of hours. Yes, FOURTEEN. I counted. What a hellish day that was.
So if you ask me, stinkbugs are the most annoying bugs on the planet and if there are no environmental ramifications, I want them to go extinct.