I like cicadas, with their beady redoes and spindly legs. They are just so kooky-looking — they’re awesome. And anyone who sleeps 17 years deserves respect.
Even though my wheels are coated in cicada guts on my return from a walk.
Even though a certain dog seems quite interested in eating them, though she hasn’t. Yet.
But I can’t hear with their buzz. Hardly at all. They are trying to make me hate them.
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