Aug. 27th, 2011 10:05 pm
Kitty's first cicada
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muckefuckToday I decided it was high time someone did something about all the bleached daylily stalks out front, and once I was there, it became impossible to ignore all the smartweed and lambsquarters having a party in the parkway. As I was hauling my sheaf back to the composter and felt something clinging to my bare ankle, I casually brushed it against my shorts--and got a start when I looked down at them and saw a huge ugly bug clinging there.
It had a sticky-webby look, as if still drying out from its emergence in the early hours of the morning, an impression reinforced by its general sluggishness and inability to fly. Once I'd determined that it wasn't crawling up towards my crotch, I calmly shut the lid on the rotting vegetation and made my way inside. Upon reaching the head of the hallway, I called the cat and dropped trou.
At first, he showed little interest in it--probably because it was so lethargic. But after I made a trip to the toilet and the office, I found him merrily chasing it down the hall--onto the Persian rug! I hovered over him, envisioning bug guts spread all over the rich mahi-pattern. But he soon took it in his mouth and carried it back to where he'd first discovered it.
From there, the chase continued into the dining room, enlivened by the cicada's sad attempts at buzzing. Meanwhile, I put my pants back on and went outside. When I returned a moment later, the little beast was licking his lips and looking up to me as if to say, "Did you bring me another?"
It had a sticky-webby look, as if still drying out from its emergence in the early hours of the morning, an impression reinforced by its general sluggishness and inability to fly. Once I'd determined that it wasn't crawling up towards my crotch, I calmly shut the lid on the rotting vegetation and made my way inside. Upon reaching the head of the hallway, I called the cat and dropped trou.
At first, he showed little interest in it--probably because it was so lethargic. But after I made a trip to the toilet and the office, I found him merrily chasing it down the hall--onto the Persian rug! I hovered over him, envisioning bug guts spread all over the rich mahi-pattern. But he soon took it in his mouth and carried it back to where he'd first discovered it.
From there, the chase continued into the dining room, enlivened by the cicada's sad attempts at buzzing. Meanwhile, I put my pants back on and went outside. When I returned a moment later, the little beast was licking his lips and looking up to me as if to say, "Did you bring me another?"