Our place in the BC interior had swarms of these during certain summers. I remember one summer when I was working one of my first jobs as a prep cook at the local golf course restaurant. Got to the end of the lunch rush and served up the last plate of fries out of the cook tray and there it was. A deep fried stink bug. After all the orders had gone out. I had one fly right into mouth once. Then it panicked and sprayed. I still can’t drink Amaretto. 🤢