If you live anywhere around the Midwest
They’re now climbing up through the clay
There is nowhere you can hide from them
Millions of them will be here now any day
They have been living underground
For the last very long seventeen years
Now, I am sitting out in my yard, waiting
While I await them, I ponder my wife’s fears
Soon these red-eyed creatures will be everywhere
They’ll be filling big cities, towns, forests, and the sky
Nature enthusiasts like myself eagerly await their arrival
Many others like my spouse want to hide, scream, and cry
Soon, they’ll be flying all around Thornwood Manor
Soon, they’ll be devilishly creeping into our bedroom
Soon, my pets will be feverishly chasing them all about
And soon, my spouse will be after them all with her broom
So I think I’ll keep right on sitting here, chuckling to myself
And enjoying the comedic show that will soon be starting
Brood XIII of the 17-Year Cicada Cycle is now about to begin
And everyone beside myself around these parts will be darting
You Have to Admit They are Cute,
And They Really Know How to Sing,
And Very Soon, Millions of Their Kind,
Will Be Everywhere Around Us On the Wing
The Average Person Consumes About Two – Three Pounds
Of Ground Up Bugs in a Lifetime, Without Even Knowing It;
And Now That I’ve Revealed This Tiny Food Industry Secret,
Please Enjoy Your Meals Today, and Don’t Have a Hissy Fit
©2007, An Insect Fan
As For the Millions of Cicadas in Brood XIII,
I Can Already Hear My Terrified Wife’s Screams,
I Just Spotted a Few Now Emerging in Our Garden,
Her Worst Nightmare is About to Begin it Seems!
Hey here's food for thought....John the Baptist..Ate Locusts and Honey for his meat...
:)
Ch'erie
Love, R&B
Although not normally "queasy" I personally could live without their ' BUNCH - CRUNCH - MUNCH - LUNCH ' ...
Your mention of ingesting a statistical amount of bugs in our lifetimes reminds me of a saying from adults when we were kids: "Ya gotta eat a PECK of DIRT afore ya DIE!"
Also, as kids, whenever you accidentally dropped a really nice candy, or other delicacy, down into the dirt, you would pick it up, blow off the dirt, and "KISS IT UP TO GOD!" That made it palpable again!
Also, the lyrics to the song come to mind: "I don't like spiders and snakes, and that ain't what it takes, if you wanna be loved by me..."
Maybe you could start a new fad, and perhaps make a MILLION-ZILLION DOLLARS, stringing them into necklaces, bracelets, ear-rings, and other really NICE jewelry?
Thanks for sharing, my Friend! Tom.
Great write, you mean we got them grounded in our C-ration too?
Georg
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Love & {{{{{{hugs}}}}}}} to you and yours,
Alexandra*
Be safe,
Karen
Who knows maybee global warming through thier timing off?
Love Giggling Tinky
Thanks,
Dan
These Cicadas are truly one of the great wonders of this universe. I like your sense of humour in "sitting back to enjoy the show".
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
And They Really Know How to Sing,
And Very Soon, Millions of Their Kind,
Will Be Everywhere Around Us On the Wing. In our culture Locusts are curse from God because they bring disaster to farmers in less than an hour. And besides that they leave eggs behind only to be hatched later on. In a Somali proverb we say: Locust has gone but it had left eggs buried in the soil. This is sometimes used as an idiomatic political expression showing that dictators leave the presidency but leave behind small crooks who will later cause the nation a harm much more disastrous to the one the dictator had inflicted upon it. Let your spouse show heart to the funny creature!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
In the recent movie "Hidalgo" the rider was told that locust weren't a scourge, but a gift from God......
he chowed down and so did his horse...
and they were a great protein source....
LOL.....tell Momma to get out the frying pan,
or maybe a stew would do
Walt
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.