Stinkbugs Ate My Post Title

Yo!  Mahaffey!  You're starting to upset me.  My words may not be brilliant, but they are mine; and I don't need to worry that someone is stealing them and claiming them as their own.  Either comment or email me (email available on my Blogger profile page) to let me know that, far from being a plagiarist, you are just goofing off at work.  I promise, I won't tell your boss.

And, oh Internet-savvy readers, can anyone explain to me how to check the web to see if my posts are being taken?

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And this?  Is an idea whose time has come.  In a century filled with the threat of biochemical warfare, nuclear plant meltdowns, and plain old high pollen counts,  it is essential that we women sport a brassiere that not only lifts and separates, but also functions as a filtering mask when air quality dips below an acceptable level.  The developer of this engineering marvel hopes, she says, that we can all "get a feel of the product."
   

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courtesy Cornell News

I think that I shall never hug

A creature loathsome as you, Stinkbug;

Be it night or be it day,

You thrive on being in the way.

Underfoot or in my bed,

Buzzing madly 'round my head...

I beg you, please, have mercy fair

And buzz 'round people over there.

Not HERE.

Thank you.