We've had a few blessedly-cool nights recently. Blessed for humans, at least -- the other morning, walking from house to garage in the chill, I noticed a couple of cicadas creeping with painful slowness. One was right on the threshold of the entry door, and as I picked him up to move out of the way, he struggled lethargically and I could swear I heard a buzzy whisper, "...oil can...."*
* Is it just me, or does Jon Lovitz's pathological liar character "Tommy Flanagan" have more than an echo of the cinematic Tin Woodman in his voice?
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
11 months ago