The Evil Twin had to get out and take care of the yard today. Yes, it's Father's Day, but it needed to be done. We have a veritable zoo around our property and when he went out to get started, a bunny was startled and dove into a hole in our chain link fence.
He overestimated his ability to get fully thru the opening and his fat little butt was caught. The Evil Twin called me to come help. It was decided to get wire cutters to snip one part of the fence, so he could escape. My job was to hold back some branches that were in the way.
The poor little fella had tired himself out kicking and wriggling, so when the Evil Twin cut and moved the wire, the bunny just sat there. The Evil Twin had to lift up his little back feet and give him a push. Our little bunny friend ran off, unharmed, but definitely shaken and scared.
Later, I took the dinner order. The Evil Twin wanted my Paprika Chicken. That involved a trip to the store. I didn't mind because I needed some other things anyway.
I got in my van, buckled up and started it up. All of a sudden, I was hit by a flying something. A cicada! Bleeech! I was more terrified than the baby bunny, I think. I screamed like a chick in a horror movie.
I quickly removed my seat belt and bolted out the driver's side, still screaming (and I am not even joking about that) with the engine still running. I ran up to the door, practically in tears.
The Evil Twin looked all over my van and said the cicada in question had probably flown back out thru the open door.
I'm not the kind to have huge entomological problems, but those cicadas are nasty, disgusting critters. And they're not small, either. But, if it stings, is a fly or roach or cicada, you can count me out.
The whole incident gave me the skeeving jibblies.