We were in the pool the other night, when a strange screeching noise erupted from the shallow end. I had my suspicions that a cicada had landed in the pool, so I went over to check it out.
Upon closer inspection, it was evident that a cicada had ended up floating in the shallow end. The haphazard (rather than steady) screeching made it seem like the creature was quickly drowing.
M: "Come over here. This cicada is drowning."
(P&AF paddles over on his tube.)
M: "Here, I'll push you towards it, and you rescue it with your foot."
(M pushes P&AF towards the cicada in distress. He manages to get it on top of his foot. He starts shaking wildly.)
P&AF: (Frantically.) "Owww! Owwww! It's biting me!"
M: (Bewildered.) "What? They bite? They don't bite? It's biting you?!?!"
P&AF: "Get it off! Get it off! It stings. I think its wings have stinging stuff on them."
M: "What? It stings? It's stinging you?"
(The stinging cicada was then successfully shaken from his foot.)
P&AF: (More calmly.) "I don't know. It's the wings. They're sharp or something."
M: "Okay, I have a leaf. Let's just put it on this leaf to get it out of the pool."
P&AF: "You do it."
M: "What? I can't do it. You have me all freaked out that it's going to bite me or something. Was it seriously stinging you?"
P&AF: "Okay, here I'll do it."
P&AF was successfully able to fling the cicada from the pool after that. It flew off as soon as its wings were dry again.
I'm not certain as to why we're (I'm) perpetually compelled to rescue drowning bugs from the pool - minus those pincher butt bugs and the cockroaches. I stay away from those.
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