With many thanks for your support and encouragement, here’s the finale of Stinkbug: A Love Story!
Will the cute spider return to the Stinkbug?
Enjoy the finale and thanks again!
When the cute spider left me in the park to follow the ladybug on the garden store circuit tour, I didn’t think she’d be gone for 2 weeks already.
There’s been no sign of the cute spider in the apartment or in the bathroom, for that matter.
I haven’t moved an inch from my usual tile on the bathroom floor.
And I find myself constantly looking up at the bathroom window, just in case I spot the cute spider’s typically beautiful masterpieces…
But so far, no web.
I’m starting to think she’ll never return.
The absence of the cute spider is really taking its toll on me.
This morning, when a nice, juicy aphid landed right smack in front of me, I didn’t so much as blink…Lucky for the little guy, I’ve lost my appetite.
And I haven’t even watched a single episode of my favorite TV shows, “As The Worm Turns” and “Who Wants to Bee A Millipede”.
Indeed, without the cute spider around, I’ve lost all desire to stinkbug.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t stop thinking about the cute spider and all those charming chiggers and dapper dragonflies she’s probably meeting on the garden store circuit tour.
Surely, she’s forgotten about me.
As you may know, Diary, we stinkbugs stick together in good times and in bad.
So when the guys saw me depressed recently over the cute spider’s departure, they tried to cheer me up.
Max brought over take-out larvae buffet and Herb suggested we go showerhead diving, just like we did back in the good ol’ days.
Murray showed me his funny home videos but I didn’t laugh once, even when he was being chased by the exterminator’s hose.
I appreciated the guys and their kind gestures to cheer me up but my stinkbug heart wasn’t really into partying.
I was too busy wallowing in self-pity like a cricket who’s lost its song…
Just then, while Max was reaching for the last larvae, his eyes perked up with an idea.
“Tiffy!” he said.
We all looked at him as if he were loopy as a moth in a porchlight.
“Tiffy, my daughter…She’d be perfect for you!” proclaimed Max, with a proud papa look on his face.
The idea of being set up with Max’s daughter didn’t thrill me since the cute spider was still on my mind.
But feeling rather numb about everything, I heard myself robotically replying, “Sure, why not.”
Max and his daughter, Tiffy came to the bathroom this afternoon.
Max was beaming like a glowworm but Tiffy looked as thrilled as a cockroach in a sparkling-clean kitchen.
She didn’t even look up from her nails to say hello so Max had to nudge her to barely shake feet with me.
Tiffy, cracking the pink bubblegum in her mouth, began fixing her antennae in the bathroom mirror and smelling the various perfumes that were left out on the counter.
She was obviously not the least bit interested in me…
And to be honest, I was glad.
This stinkbug was still set on the cute spider. She had spun me deep into her heart and there was no point of return.
Max seemed flustered and embarrassed by Tiffy’s rude behavior so he gently ushered her towards the bathroom door with the excuse that “Tiffles forgot her curling iron on at home.”
And in a flash, they were gone.
I breathed a deep sigh of relief and nestled back into my usual tile on the bathroom floor.
I fought off thoughts of the cute spider by focusing on the idea of making my 10-tile trek again, starting tomorrow.
This time, I’ll even beat my personal best and try for 15.
Yes, Diary, I’ll go back my life the way it was before I met the cute spider.
Unfortunately, my self-esteem and self-pride built up while with her, had diminished like a cicada’s chorus at the close of summer.
I fell asleep around midnight but awoke to the sounds of wind whipping through the bathroom window. It had been opened earlier by a tricky termite who was curious to come and crash our party .
As thunder rumbled in the distance, I remembered that Murray had been complaining today that his bursitis was acting up …so a storm must have been approaching.
As I was crawling up the wall to shut the window, something stopped me dead in my tracks.
I saw it.
A silky, shiny, wonderful web…bigger than any I’d ever seen before.
It was spun in the shape of an intricately-woven heart..and in the middle of it, was the initial “S”.
My eyes grew as wide as a bedbug’s in a mattress factory.
“S is for Stinkbug…That’s me…”, I whispered aloud to myself, incredulously.
Just then, I heard “Psst!” coming from below.
I whipped my head around, looking down at the floor.
There she was, sitting on that very special bathroom tile where my whole journey began, months ago .
The cute spider had returned to the bathroom. The garden store circuit tour was over.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
She was beaming as brightly as a jar full of fireflies on a summer’s evening.
The cute spider and I ran towards each other and she threw her eight legs around me in a colossal hug.
It felt good…
She was here and she loved me.
In fact, I never doubted it for a minute.