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