One year when I was young there was an exceptoinal number of cicadas and their constant buzzing could easily be heard from indoors with all the windows closed. The noise was everywhere but the source seemed to be nowhere. I was so frustrated I could only find a handful of the bugs while the rest were hidden somewhere in the trees. I "jokingly" suggested that burning down the trees might help.
Col. Milquetoast was one of the thousands of monkeys banging on typewriters since the mid-seventies trying to recreate Macbeth. Having become disaffected by the intense pressure involved, his complete lack of talent and his superior's refusal to make use of his prehensile tail he quit to lead a simple but mostly contented life in the midwest. Occasionally he writes in third person when there was no good reason not to write in first person.
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Oh, my the invasion of gigantic beetles due to climate change? LOL
I like the composition with use of space.
Well done!
Hee hee. When I was an ankle biter, we used to run around collecting the shells from the trees.
My sister was terrified of cicadas and everything to do with them.
This gave me many well-spent opportunities to collect the shells and hide them around the house. She quickly came to hate summer.
the invasion of gigantic beetles due to climate change
Fortunately, as everyone knows, climate change is going to kill everything. Climate change - is there nothing it can't do?
One year when I was young there was an exceptoinal number of cicadas and their constant buzzing could easily be heard from indoors with all the windows closed. The noise was everywhere but the source seemed to be nowhere. I was so frustrated I could only find a handful of the bugs while the rest were hidden somewhere in the trees. I "jokingly" suggested that burning down the trees might help.
Colonel, well done!!
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