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Cicada Season

"Come look, Mama! We decorated every single fence post with cicadas."
And so they did.

See?

(This is really the cicada casing. When the cicada emerges from the casing it is green and has wings. Here's a great cicada website if you would like to know more. And there's always Wikipedia.)


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Anonymous said…
wow, I have never seen one so up close!!
August 21, 2007 at 10:31 PM
Suzy said…
at least they're not afraid of bugs!!
August 21, 2007 at 11:00 PM
Lori said…
The kids are cute...the bug, not so cute!!
August 21, 2007 at 11:47 PM
Suprina said…
Great pictures! Beautiful kids.
Happy WW!
August 22, 2007 at 12:21 AM
Alana said…
That is a hoot!
August 22, 2007 at 1:20 AM
Gill said…
Oh that is priceless :-) Very cute!
August 22, 2007 at 2:07 AM
ZAM said…
They made friends with the cicadas. How cool. I'm not sure how'd my son react when he sees one. He sure loves ladybugs though.
August 22, 2007 at 4:13 AM
Anonymous said…
Now there's a wayto pass the afternoon!
August 22, 2007 at 7:51 AM
Janelle said…
They look so proud! Who needs toys when there are MILLIONS of cicadas to play with?
August 22, 2007 at 9:03 AM
Unknown said…
hah! What a riot!!
August 22, 2007 at 11:21 AM
Kate said…
Oh my! I don't no whether to scream or laugh..how about both!!! I found your blog this morning and I love it. I read your post from 8/12-Sickness and Heath and it brought tears to my eyes. My husband shines like sunshine when he comes home from work. I can't imagine a day without it. Great post. I'm sure to visit your site again!
August 22, 2007 at 11:32 AM
Deb said…
LOL, my kids would freak out instead! Happy WW :)
August 22, 2007 at 12:36 PM
L.L. Barkat said…
Creativity knows no boundaries!

So that's a cicada? Somehow I thought they were more of a long, slender praying mantis-looking thing.
August 22, 2007 at 3:21 PM
Diana said…
Oh my word! I'm sure it thrilled your soul to see their handiwork!
August 22, 2007 at 4:06 PM
lori said…
I have come to LOVE cicadas, never saw one till I moved to the deep south!! Oh, to be a child again...and spend the day, just like that!!!
loved it!
thank you again for the NICE MATTERS award!!
It made my week!!:)
lori
August 22, 2007 at 8:18 PM
Angel The Alien said…
LOL... well its great that they're finding ways to stay busy for the summer! ;)
August 22, 2007 at 8:51 PM
Donna B. said…
Nice yard decorations..who needs yard gnomes? Maybe today they'll decide to show you their love by making a cicado necklace, or put some in a toilet paper tube and make a "cicada shaker. "
August 23, 2007 at 12:08 PM
God's girl said…
This one especially cracked me up! We will have to go out looking for these now-I sure hear them so I know they are out there! The girls would get a kick out of it and we are studying insects right now!
Much love,
Ang
PS-I will prob email you soon for some homeschool encouragement! I am struggling through! But it is all emotions and not truth.
August 23, 2007 at 4:08 PM
Faith said…
LOL, love your little entomologists! (They would looove our house! ;))
August 24, 2007 at 1:43 AM
Christine said…
We had the 16 year cicadas visit us 2 years ago. I think they are fascinating!! I love that your kids love them- how cute!
August 25, 2007 at 10:09 PM
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