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My heart jumped. Not chicken eggs, of course—these were tiny. And something about the way they sat there, like they’d been placed with intention, gave me the creeps. My very first thought was insect eggs. And not just any insect—something invasive, something uninvited.
Turning Panic Into Action
Trying to keep calm, I did what anyone would do in this kind of situation: I grabbed my phone and started searching. I also messaged a few friends who are more outdoorsy and might know about bugs.
The internet can be both a blessing and a curse in these moments—just enough information to give you answers, and also just enough to scare you to death.
Within a few minutes, I had my answer.
They were stink bug eggs.
I was stunned. I keep a clean home. I vacuum regularly, wash my sheets often, and try to stay ahead of anything that might attract pests. But despite all that, there they were—in my bed, no less.
