...the one that brings these nasty things forth! Growing up, my mom called these ugly bugs locusts, but they're really cicadas. I don't care what they're called; I don't love them! When I was small, my mom would catch these screeching things and squeeze them to make them screeeeeeeech even more and she would chase me with them. So not fun. At least not for me. She was having a blast, however. Hehe!
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