We knew that when we cleaned the attic we’d be encroaching upon the territory of winged things.
When we finally did face our fears and clean the poo out of the two attic rooms, we were swarmed by no such creatures. We found zero bats. We found four birds (we think), and the only one living removed itself from the house without a fight.
But Dad uncovered a whole village of stink bugs wedged, à la Pompeii, into a pair of ancient pants. Why pants? Not sure. But when Dad reached to pull out sealant keeping the outside air from seeping inside around the chimney, he found himself holding pants.
How else would you seal a crack in the wall?
I think the question is why not pants?