Sara Eats Cicadas
While I avoid the big purple gorilla in the room (Hi Gorilla!), you may have heard that here in the Chicago area we've been infested with cicadas. Brood 18, the 17-year-cycle cicadas (red-eyed locust freaks), erupted this week - pouring over every outside surface like scurrying, winged lava.
There is, seriously, one on every leaf of my hosta.
At night, you can feel the vibration of the millions of them - moving, molting, mating.
They sound like a vacuum cleaner. They stick like flypaper to whatever they land on. They are harmless, non-toxic, and - let's face it - a little apocolyptic.
And?
Yummy.
Not ME. Sara.
Here's a movie we made this weekend of her snacking down:
