Ucross: Me versus the Box Elder Bug

This is war.  There was a box elder bug in my water this morning.  Yuck.
For those of you who don't know--you lucky things--a box elder bug is a nasty looking black roach-like flying bug that invades homes during the Fall when the temperatures drop.  No, they don't bite; they don't sting; and from what I've read they're vegetarians that only eat box elder trees.  But I hate the creepy little things.  They travel in packs and make an annoying buzz.  Simply put, they freak me out.  There was one crawling on the toilet seat this morning.  I successful knocked it in the bowl.  When I came back two hours later, the sucker was still there--swimming strong.  I would like to live in peace with them, but they crawl on my desk, and my computer screen.  And they've crawled on me;  they don't understand boundaries and personal space.  I've killed a few by drowning today (toilet flushing, and the faucet spray into the drain); smashing them with my clogs is only sometimes successful.  They make themselves real flat and play dead when I bop them with the shoe, but then often walk away when I look away.  And here's the worst part: there's no way to get rid of them.  Aargh!

They've stirred up a great deal of aggression for me.  So if there's a smushed bug, a smushed anything in the final draft of the manuscript.  You'll know why.