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When I complain about my stink bug-invaded mattress and how it's a problem on par with the end of the world, it might seem like I'm being a wee bit dramatic. But seriously, unless you've smelled it, you're just not going to get it. But I'm not the only one in whom it inspires such a visceral reaction. I came across this wonderfully apt description of it earlier:
"Mother nature has chosen the most unique, undefinable odor for these creatures, such that when you catch wind of their foul oderiferous defenses, it's as though a hidden part of your brain awakens, a cluster of neurons whose sole purpose is to make you feel briefly miserable. It is a smell somewhere in the vicinity of rotten nuts mixed with sour milk that has just been drained from a deep necrotic wound, a primitively gross smell that conjures fundamental evolutionary repulsion."
See? It really is that bad.
"Mother nature has chosen the most unique, undefinable odor for these creatures, such that when you catch wind of their foul oderiferous defenses, it's as though a hidden part of your brain awakens, a cluster of neurons whose sole purpose is to make you feel briefly miserable. It is a smell somewhere in the vicinity of rotten nuts mixed with sour milk that has just been drained from a deep necrotic wound, a primitively gross smell that conjures fundamental evolutionary repulsion."
See? It really is that bad.