Here in New Jersey it is chilly. I mean, 50 degrees in the morning for at least a week straight chilly. For goodness sake, the leaves are starting to change.
At the beginning of September. Yikes.
I associate the hum of cicadas with prickly, sticky heat – not decidedly fall-ish temperatures. Somehow, though, the cicadas are still doing their weirdly loud vibration noise thing. It’s as puzzling to adults as it is to kids, really.
I had this conversation with Squish recently as we were playing in the backyard and heard those dastardly bugs:
Squish: “What’s that?”
Me: “It’s a cicada – that same bug we saw last week on the table. The one mom had to flip over to get the bug off.”
Squish: “Oh, yeah.”
Me [Because Always Be Teaching]: “Say, those bugs have a sort of shell-like skin that they grow out of and leave behind, then they grow a new one. It’s sort of like hermit crabs, like we read about in your magazine.”
Squish: “People do that too. When you die you get a new shell.”
Me: [Pause] “Yes, some people do believe that.”
Squish: “And when you’re at a funeral you get your new house.”
Me: “Uhh…. Hmm….”
I didn’t know where to go with that one! Luckily she was distracted and started talking about something else soon after. I will say that ever since her great-grandfather passed away this summer, she’s been making comments like this – comments that show her brain is still trying to figure out what death is all about.
This somewhat lighter – but slightly horrifying – conversation was later that day as we talked about my husband going to the doctor for his checkup:
Squish: “Will the doctor give him a shot?”
Me: “No, he doesn’t need a shot.”
Squish: “What will she do to him?”
Me: “Well, she’ll check his blood pressure, his pulse, make sure his limbs have full range of motion, listen to his heart -”
Squish: “Will she peel his skin to do that?”
Me: “No! That would hurt! She’ll use a stethoscope!”
I just don’t even know where this thought could’ve come from!