The cicadas woke up yesterday morning. Instead of laying quietly in the grass next to their exoskeletons, hundreds of them decided to take flight in our backyard - beady red eyes and all.
Me: Ok kids, we've got to RUN to the garage. Okay? RUN.
Kids: Okay mommy!
Me: (Trying to run but the kids stop midway because cicadas are landing all over us.) Go! Go! Go!
Me: (Jumping over the kids and running into the garage)
Kids: Mommeeeeee. Come and get us! (They each have about 3 cicadas on them)
Me: (Sticking head out of the garage) No way. You've got to run! Come on, you can do it! HAUL ASS!
Kids: (Running) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
Then I did a quick cicada brush off and we jumped into the minivan. By the time we returned they were back to their normal, evil, lurking positions. Shudder.