Like death and taxes, I count on box elder beetles invading every year. These nuisances creep into every crack and crevice of our house, silently multiplying until nowhere is sacred. I have even had them fall off a showerhead while I shampooed my hair.
Unfortunately, I don’t know much about these creatures other than that they show up like a bad penny every fall. They squeeze through airtight windows, out of electrical sockets, and under door jambs like Mongol hordes. What lures them, I don’t know.