06 September 2008

What's been bugging me

I’ve always trended more tomboy than girly-girl. An exception: Enter a bug with an unreasonable number of legs or exceptionally disgusting appearance into my personal space, and I’m all shrieking schoolgirl, at least on the inside.

So I’m rather pleased that I managed to flinch only slightly when I absentmindedly put out my hand to hold the boys’ latest discovery and received these fine fellows. Thankfully, they were only the shells of their former selves. It was a good little science lesson, after all.

Still, I was decidedly happier with the crickets we chased for the rest of the evening.
Cricket huntin'

4 comments:

Pr. H. R. said...

Now, I can't speak for other midwestern states that border it, but in Nebraska please note that these are referred to as "locusts" not "cicadas."

Happy hunting.

+HRC

Rebekah said...

I have those blessed shells all over my porch, since I banned them from the kitchen. :P

Reb. Mary said...

If that's a locust, it's no wonder that plague was so awful...for some reason I've always associated "locust" with grasshopper. And I have a new respect for John the Baptist....mmmm...crunchy...

Rebekah said...

IT'S NOT A LOCUST. WEIRD PEOPLE FROM NEBRASKA CALL IT THAT AND I DON'T KNOW WHY.

You are right. Locusts are like grasshoppers. Those fat black thingies with the shells everywhere are CICADAS.