What in the world have I gotten myself into?
Today when I arrived at work there was a Styrofoam 'to go' food box with a message scratched into it.
Thank you, Jamie Martin!
My goodness. I reluctantly opened the box, immediately inhaling the whiffs of day old pasta and saw a large cicada. I immediately did not recognize it as such...as I generally associate the shedded skins with cicadas, and do not remember if I have ever seen one live!
I assumed by his tranquil state that he had passed on.
After closing the box, I went back to forecasting.
Minutes later I realized my new friend had only been sleeping. The box began shaking violently, and I will admit, I shrieked! But, the commotion ended as abruptly as it had begun.
Afterwards, I tried to determine the fate of this cicada. Was he just tired, or indeed taking his final breaths of air? I made the choice to dispose of him in his Styrofoam coffin.
Being the better person, Keitha Nelson insisted I allow him to pass on in his natural habitat. So, I took him outside, and he proceeded to fly straight under the tires of Tony Spehar's news vehicle.
Guess he wanted to die after all.