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tonight there's been a cicada flying around this room.
i don't know if you've ever been in a small room alone with a cicada, but it's not a lot of fun.
he made a lot of noise [very unnecessary, making it very obvious that he was just trying to upset me] and moved very quickly and violently, as though he were attempting to make a large hole in each and every one of the many things he bumped into, including myself.
this made me pretty skittish. i would even go so far as to say it gave me "the willies." and i literally ran away.
but just now i caught him.
under a cup. i have to say it was among the most satisfying things i've done all day.
and under that cup he sits on the concrete floor about ten feet from me. right now he's being quiet, no doubt experiencing a near unbearable feeling of defeat.
but i've had my victory. i don't want to smash him. eventually, i will take him outside and let him go. so he can make a lot of noise out there and, from time to time, keep me up when i really need to get to sleep.
i hope he appreciates how generous i'm being about all this.