Tuesday, November 3, 2009

The Eighth Plague (307/365)

2009 11 03 MG_1733 
Who knows what sort of seventeen-year locust will next come out of the ground?

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Walden (1854), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 2, p. 366, Houghton Mifflin (1906).

TIME:  2:15 PM
PLACE:  The backyard
SUBJECT:  Cicada shell

School conferences started the day off at 8am this morning.  All three children had good reports, DramaQueen and MonkeyBoy both made the honor roll (which reminds me of the bumper sticker “My kid can beat up your honor roll student.”) and StellaDella is right where she needs to be academically.  Way to go kids! – you must get your smarts from your mother. *wink*   

After running some errands, we came home and MB helped me clear the yard and garden.  We filled 4 containers of yard waste.  The yard looks so much tidier now and ready for the winter.  I found this cicada shell while we were clearing out the corner garden bed.  He needed a close-up!


Mari said...

Yuck! I'm not a fan of bugs!

Dot O said...

Now that's what I call and "out of body experience"!

I don't know if I buy that every 7 year thing. We seem to have locusts every year around these parts.

~Just me again~ said...

Eww....thats gross. LOL, the only insects I've seen around, outside, is moths. I thought it was strange to see them, cuz it's been so cold, but I've seen a few in the evenings.

bentonflocke said...

cool bugs! And congrats to the fantastic reports of your children