Spring

There are cicadas in the backyard, buzzing incessantly. They alternately charm me and irritate me, depending on my mood.

I remember as a child collecting their discarded skins, the husks of their youth, and my friends and I would stick them to our school uniforms like macabre little brooches. A few years ago I saw a TV show about a woman who coats insects in gold, and makes real pins from them. I wonder if she used cicadas too? I can't recall.

Comments

[C.L.]

Girls are weird. My brothers and I played 'cricket' with live toads - far less ghoulish.

[harry]

The only headache I've ever had inflicted on me by insects was on Fraser Island and you could almost see the waves of sound moving through the greenery as one billion of those cicada bastards gave it there all.
Christ on a stick it was loud!