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.
6 comments:
brutal!
(Oh...love "Gator" he's a cutie!...too cute to think about BBQ'ing)
;-)
I kept trying to come up with something snarky about killer sex or wicked threesomes, but I'm just left with sympathy for the cicadas. But what a way to go!
That stinks!!!!
Such is life.
DPR,
I have seen these wasps go by with cicadas a few times, but this is the only time it was a double!
CookieJill,
Thanks for appreciating Gator sans boiling water and hot sauce.
Zanne,
I agree...if only the wasp could have waited a little while...
Swamp,
Ce la vie.
Thing,
Coming from the king of bug shots, I take that as quite a compliment!
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