Saturday, September 17, 2005
Imagine being a cicada. You spend years underground as a nymph...in the dark. Then the big day comes and you crawl out of the ground, molt that landlubber nymphy exoskeleton, and fly into the bright blue sky. You buzz, she buzzes back...pretty soon romance is in the air and you embrace your cicada cutie. One thing leads to another and you are well on your way to increasing the cicada population when WHAM! A cicada killer comes along and paralyzes you both ...in the act of consumating your relationship.
Posted by R.Powers at 9:16 AM