Hi and welcome back! Greetings to the new reader from Latvia!
On Sunday I forgot to tell you that earlier that day T.S. dared me to eat a cicada. I accepted the dare, so I roasted it in the campfire. Once it was roasted I pulled off its head and wings, pulled out the guts, and I ate it. It was better than I thought but it still tated like seafood that had gone bad.
Yesterday when my dad and I were in our yard we found a cicada that was just a head, wings, and half of its body. Amazingly it was still alive and able to move. They have been really loud here the last few days. The last two nights dad and I have hiked past the pond to the graveyard behind the church down the road. There are a lot of stones from the 1800s, including one soldier who was killed in the Civil War.