Remember when the world was ending in May but then the guy forgot to carry the 1 and the world will really end in October?
Uh…yeah…I totally believe him.
Let’s look at the facts.
- Earthquake? Check.
- Hurricane? Check.
- Locust invasion? Check.
this several cicada shells just outside my room. Ewww.
About a month ago, Radley put one on me. If Radley wasn’t only a mere child, I’d have exacted revenge. Instead I balled up into the fetal position.
Just last week a friend held one out to me, and it sent me climbing into someone else’s lap.
I hate those stupid bugs. I know it’s just the shell, but a shell means there’s a live one nearby. And the thought of that makes me relive the cicada assault/violation from my youth.
When I was 5 or 6 years old, a crazy cicada flew up my shirt. ::shudder::
That’s right. Up the back of my shirt. ::shiver::
Skin to cicada contact. ::gag:: For several seconds. ::double gag::
It’s been awhile since I’ve read the Bible, but I’m pretty sure zombies are next. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.