Sunday, July 19, 2009
The hubs is makin' bacon while I type. It smells delightful. The British Open is on TV--we're rooting for the old guy. The coffee is especially good this morning
DH and I got up before the kids and witnessed a cicada emerging from its shell. It had fallen onto its back and writhed, helpless, with its wings stuck to the concrete stoop. I righted it so it wouldn't stick as it dried. It was glad.
I guess that's all I have to say this morning. I may post about writing later, depending on how procrastinatory I feel. I hope your Sunday is a peaceful one.
Mmmm ... baaaaaaacoooooon ... yuuuuuummmm.
ReplyDeleteYou mean you didn't kill the cicada? Dang.
ReplyDeleteI'll join you in that coffee though - which reminds me, my cup is empty.
Glad you had a nice morning. :)
Why would I kill a cicada? It's harmless. I guess it's a cicada. We also call them locusts, but I don't think that's right. Now I'm confused. Time to visit Google.
ReplyDeletehttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cicada
ReplyDeleteThat's the exact cicada we have. I love 'em.
Why kill them? Because they're nasty, and ruin crops. Eww! We have the 17 yr ones up here. And the annual ones too. *shudder*
ReplyDeleteOh, I almost forgot! You have that entomology side to you. :D Miss Plays With Spiders.