
The cicadas that is. In all their grossness. Everywhere in the woods. In the grass, the trees, everywhere. I have been trying to think how I would describe the noise they make. After Rick spent several hours weed
whacking in the woods I've decide they sound like a weed
whacker. They have not yet made their way into the yard. One can only hope they never will. I probably won't be venturing into the woods for the next few weeks until they're gone. Click on the picture and you can see several of them in various stages.
A great big
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my
LITTLE sister who hates bugs as much as I do!
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