We got a good rain last night. Thunderstorms. My plants are grateful.
A cicada flew in my car yesterday while waiting to pick the boys up. It started screeching at me quite loudly. Scared the crap out of me. Luckily, it flew out.
I heard you can eat cicadas, they supposed to taste like shrimp and are apart of the shrimp family. I don’t believe it though 🤢. its 57 degrees here, cold and wet.
The school nurse came over to tell me (while I was in carpool lane) that #1 was eating them. Ugh. So when he got into the car, I let him know he needs to brush his teeth because he had an orthodontic appointment and he might not want the dentist to see cicada wings in his teeth. He laughed. Hasn't done it again.
Had to have a heart to heart with him about his attitude. Tough love. Shape up or we're shipping you out. Lots of tears (on his part) and lots of hugs. We'll see. I only live with abuse for so long. I can provide references.
