Michele has a post on the upcoming cicada swarm:

They were loud, annoying and crunchy. Yes, crunchy. Everywhere you stepped, the cicadas crunched underfoot. We couldn’t go barefoot that summer. We couldn’t even eat outside. These things would just randomly drop dead and fall out of trees.

So we spent a few weeks crushing and dissecting cicadas. If my memory serves me well, they had a yellowish, lumpy inside. For some reason, that’s a childhood image that has stuck with me for all these years. Stomping on a bug and watching the yellow fluid that looked kind of like pastina run out of the dead insect. One less noisemaker! One less thing to step on!

— Michele Catalano: one cicada, two cicada, three cicada, FIRE!

Michele may not be a crush goddess, but this year seems to be shaping up like a good one for crush fetishists all right. Cicada crush party anyone?