We're in the middle of a 17-year hatch of cicadas. They're EVERYWHERE. Thousands... millions... of them on every tree, shrub, blade of grass... Bug-eyed monsters everywhere you look. And the ground is crunchy with their shed skins.

And of course, Freddie had to discover IMMEDIATELY that THEY TASTE GOOD! And he shared his discovery with Sebastian who agreed...

If I let them out the door, they are actively hunting them and gorging themselves on them!!!!! And that is NOT GOOD on many levels: they could already stand to lose some weight, the excoskeletons are hard to digest and can cause blockages, and they can even cause pancreatitis.

So, they're locked inside with me except for supervised potty breaks & Freddie is being an asshole about it. He's either woofing at me or crying at me to let him back out every waking moment. I'm about ready to lock him in another room because he WON'T STOP!!!!

BUT MAAAAAAA!!!! ITS FREE FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

And in the continuing saga of "someone please find that witch doctor and make him remove the curse", the door to my dishwasher broke yesterday. Went to open it & it fell to the floor with a big CLUNK! I'm researching & ordering a replacement today. ***SIGH***