Alphans, you'll appreciate this...
Aug. 15th, 2004 05:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cerulean_skySo, I was just out shopping, and I got a shirt that says the following:
"I survived the Cicada."
*snickers*
"I survived the Cicada."
*snickers*
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on 2004-08-15 04:57 pm (UTC)"Huh?" I asked.
"Just don't move." And then she picked up a paper towel and slapped my back... and there was the most horrible groaning squeak I've ever heard in my life. She lifted the paper towel away and displayed this incredibly huge, very squished cicada. Somehow, this monster had lodged itself on me during the three block walk from Subway to my office.
In other words: I want your t-shirt.
-Thomas
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on 2004-08-15 06:30 pm (UTC)One year at camp, there were cicadas all over, and you could literally walk to a bush and pick them out. ( Not, of course, that I would do any such thing, as those bugs are just gross. ) But this one boy followed around all the squeamish girls and pulled cicadas out of the bushes, and proceeded to pull their heads off, while the girls all screamed.
Apparently, if you pull on their front legs, their heads come off as well.
The things I learn at camp, while running from a boy with a dead cicada and its head in his hands.