I was sitting at my computer listening to an old soft rock love song where a guy was singing about how much he feels for a woman and how much he needs her love when a stink bug winged its way to me and landed on my shoulder, and I heard him sniffling, and I knew he was in a bad way.

I looked at him and saw he was teary-eyed, probably about a stink bug woman that rejected him.

He tells me he can’t meet any stink bug women on dating apps online.

I commiserate; done that, been there. Never going back.

I told him to take heart, and that he’s a good-looking stink bug, a good provider, and any stink bug woman would be lucky to be with him.

He smiled expansively. I saw my words eased his love life woes. He fluttered his wings merrily, his soul lifted, and he flew out a window into a brighter, sunnier day.

A week later, I saw him on a ledge of one of my apartment windows with a beautiful stink bug woman, their fore and mid legs entwined, madly in love.

I love it when a story has a happy ending and love finds a way. Maybe the stink bug – I’ll call Fred – will invite me to his wedding.

Bob Boyd