more bug fun
More bug fun. I walked into thee playroom on last night and a large black oval shaped thing was ON David’s right shoulder as he was busily putting together a Lack TV table from IKEA. It was as big as an old-fashioned shoe horn and as shiny. I just stood their motionless trying to figure out how my worst fear had been come true: a Brooklyn cockroach had made it to our tidy suburban home. I couldn’t speak. I just stood their staring at David’s shoulder and he looked up and asked me if the kids were ok because I looked freaked out. I didn’t say anything for a few more seconds and then finally I said, “There’s a very big… bug… on… your… shoulder. David is usually a cautious and measured person so I expected him to get up and look in the mirror and then figure out what to do. But instead somewhere between the words bug and shoulder he whipped off his t-shirt, which made me run in an “ahhh it’s gonna get me” panic out the room. Left to battle the insect alone, David didn’t know which revelation was worse, that we moved to a place where bug that large could be on his body or that I was clearly was out to save myself.
Once we realized it was a cicada and not urban enemy #1: a roach, we relaxed and felt rustic and outdoorsy and saw the humor in our house guest. It was much too energetic to capture on film, banging and buzzing into the walls and we laughed so hard trying to take a photo of it that we nearly fell down the basement steps. Try if you can to imagine a mouse with shiny wings flying around the playroom and know that when we were able to swish it towards the door, were very happy to see it go.
And for you urban folks, cicadas look like this:
