It's been awhile. We've had a lot going on at The Last Resort, including sleep-training Emma and moving Cody and Cordelia into the same room. I bet you can't guess which one is going better. Also, all five of us got sick (well, I never really got better since my late-April ear infection fiasco). And I went back to work. Anyway, I'm not quite sure where to start, so I'll just take it one post at a time. And why not start with an incidence of great abhorrence fascination: the plague of cicadas!
They. Are. Everywhere. I find them irritating and vaguely horrifying. Cody finds them, not surprisingly, delightful.
Cordelia, also not surprisingly, is a little more circumspect. They're okay as long as they're not too close to her. Or if she has a golf club with which to whack them.
We have cicada skins literally everywhere in the yard--thousands of them. On trees. In the gardens. On window screens. Careening around the garage. Decomposing beneath the birch tree (not fast enough, thank you very much). Think I'm kidding?
We watched YouTube videos of them molting in slow motion. Cody collected shed shells and brought them to school so everyone could examine them under the microscope. I found one down the back of my shirt the other day and screamed.
Can you blame me?
1 comment:
Oh no. I have looked at this post but can offer no comment except ... ewww.
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