Friday, July 23, 2010
How to Bug Your Mom
The other day I saw a cicada drying its wings on the sidewalk. Not far away I found the shell of molted skin, split down the back and in tact. I always get a little excited when I find one. I instantly thought of my mother because cicadas are one of her favorite things. I put this in a matchbox for safekeeping until I can present it to her, a celebration of summer.
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Ugh, I hate them! Crunchy under my bare feet when I was young, haha.
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Thanks, darlin'. I still have one from last year. This year I heard the first one singing on June 22. I love them! And you!
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