They’re just the stupidest, weirdest things. They plod along like some ancient dinosaur insect, don’t really care if you see them or shoo them, daring you to swat them. They’ve gotten a little cocky about that protective stink in my opinion. They’re a nightmare to get rid of once they’re burrowed in, inside a house. Under the baseboards, gaps in tongue and groove wall paneling, you name it, they get in the walls. I don’t have them in my house thank goodness, not yet at least, but my mom does. She vacuums every day, keeps a jar filled with vinegar and plops every one she finds in there. Still coming, cooler weather brings them in, and cooler weather brings the ones already in, out of the crevices in walls. They don’t stink unless you crush them, so don’t crush them. You’re regret it, such a memorable stench.
I’ve never known them to get inside of homes, but always saw them out in the yard. Disgusting insects. They’re rattley flight sound was enough to have me running.