The prototypes of strong sensation: blazing lights, red earth, blue sea, mauve twilight, the flake of gold buried in the black depths of the cypress; archaic tastes of wine & olive, ancient smells of dust, goat dung & thyme, immemorial sounds of cicadas & rustic flute. Source unknown.They fly in at night. Usually they are small & black. Occasionally we get a whopper like this. I released him outside but we have so many hungry birds no doubt he's been someone's breakfast by now.
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That's what cicadas looked like when I was a kid. Not those silly tiddlers we saw yesterday!
That is a biggun!
Wowsers... I must say I am glad that that thing is way over on your side of the world rather than in my back yard!
signed,
not-a-bug-lover
Oh wow ~ look at his awesome wings!
That is huge I must say. When we moved from one location (actually several times within our state!) to our current location, we had many insects and critters to adjust to. Insects and a snake WITHIN our home was amongst them.
Ewww.......but intruiging none-the-less!
YIKES, girlie! Where in the name of humanity are ya??? You simply must post something, and soon... that cicada scares the life out of me every time I look at it **☺**
I missss yooooooo♥
He is absolutely HUGE! You sure do breed them BIG where you are!!! *gulp*
Have a great week,
Blessings,
Jillian
Where are you!!!!!!!!!
I'm on the Sunshine coast with my mother & her impossibly slow computer!!!☺ Home Friday. Pics & post soon. Ditz & I are well & having a nice time despite the rain from the edges of a cyclone or two further north. I thought I said I was going away....
Well okay then. Come back soon - I miss you!
Going away's fine; abandoning blog isn't - teehee. Enjoy the rain and safe trip home
Well now, that's a relief! I was getting worried about my dear lil Ganeida-girl. You have a wonderful time with your mama, and we'll look forward to hearing from you when you get home and back in the blogging swing.
((hugs))
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