Oh...please. Just CAN it!!

I feel an explanation is in order here....Is there something in this world you'd like to CAN? As in arrest? Stop? Suppress? Shut-up....permanently? No, I'm not talking about the rap music and the vibrating cars going through the 'hood because the rap music is way too loud!!! I'm talking about one particular insect. I honestly learned something this week...what I thought it was and what it really is!! None the less....I really dislike their 'music'!! This particular BUG just drives me up the wall. Always has, even since childhood, and the hatred has grown over the years. During the summer, they become quite active. And their "winging it" makes me want to pull my hair out. In fact this last month, the days we've gone birding...while walking through the heavily wooded areas in some parks, like the girl in Poltergeist...."They're-re-re-re Ba-a-a-a-a-ck!!" By the time we've walked the distance we walk and the photos are taken if any bird activity is around us [once, at Bazemore Park, they were so loud, we couldn't hear each other as we whispered upon spotting a bird here and there!], I must say, I'm happy to get back into the stuffy car and ignite the engine to drown out their NOISE! The quiet hum of the car's air conditioner is what I call relief. Y'know what I mean? How do you spell relief? Get out of the park, away from the incredible noise of the bugs!! Actually, a sentence or two ago, I said "I learned something". Well, I did. Being born in Nebraska, these bugs would wake me up and be there at night in the summer when I was trying to sleep. Gawd-awful racket!! In Colorado they weren't so bad. Anyway, I called them katy-dids 'cause that's what they were/are in Nebraska, Bud and I argued...he called them cicadas. I, in fact, thought they were the same thing. In Tucson, they even had a legend associated with them --don't know how true it all is, but when you hear them making their racket singing, it's to be 6 weeks 'til rain falls. In Texas, I beg to differ....tons of those buggers, and still no rain. While at one of the Audubon Birding areas on the island this week, walking along the boardwalk to the gazebo to sit in the shade and watch for birds, the cicadas were surrounding us with a cacophony of misery!!! Yes, cicadas....I hate to say this, but I must admit, Bud was right. Cicadas they are. Katy-dids are all green [even the wings]! Cicadas are the ones in Texas. And, I got pictures to prove it....

CAN it!!!! Will-ya?

CONNECTING TO:

August Themes for Photo Hunters

3rd ~ Oooooo

10th ~ Numb

17th ~ Can

24th ~ Chocolate

31st ~ Quiet

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WEEKEND FUNNIES

One fly to another fly: "Your human is open"

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A scientist was complaining to a fellow scientist that his colony of fruit flies, for some unknown reason, had never mated in his glass enclosure. Given that his experiment required several generations to complete, this was causing quite a problem. The visiting scientist told him that he had experienced a similar problem at his lab and it resulted from the slick glass walls of the enclosure. Apparently the flies mate while crawling along the glass walls of the enclosure. "Your glass is too slick," he told him, "but I have just the remedy". The second scientist asked for a bottle of table salt and some flour and water. He mixed the concoction and brushed it on the glass walls. The flies began crawling along the surface and mated immediately.

"My problem is solved," exclaimed the firstscientists, "If only I had known that flies need

monosodium glue to mate!!"

...next two are groaners:

Every night, Joe would go down to the liquor store, get a six pack,

bring it home, and drink it while he watched TV. One night, as he

finished his last beer, the doorbell rank. He stumbled to the door

and found a six-foot cockroach standing there. The bug grabbed him by

the collar and threw him across the room, then left.

The next night, after he finished his 4th beer, the doorbell rang. He

walked slowly to the door and found the same six-foot cockroach

standing there. The big bug punched him in the stomach, then left.

The next night, after he finished his 1st beer, the doorbell rang

again. The same six-foot cockroach was standing there. This time, he

was kneed in the groin and hit behind the ear as he doubled over in

pain. Then the big bug left. The fourth night Joe didn't drink at all. The

doorbell rang. The cockroach was standing there. The bug beat the snot out

of Joe and left him in a heap on the living room floor. The following day,

Joe went to see his doctor. He explained the events of the preceding four

nights. "What can I do?" he pleaded. "Not much" the doctor replied. "There's

just a nasty bug going around."

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A West Virginia chemical company will open a $15 million insecticide unit to replace one that was destroyed in a 1993 explosion that released 45,000 pounds of toxins into the environment. Company officials said they are confident that they have finally gotten all the bugs out.