The other day we heard them...
like crickets, over the hill somewhere.
I pointed so she would know
what hill they were over.
M said,"Those are locusts. They live in the
ground and come out every seventeen years."
I really glared at her. "I know that...
do you think I'm stupid?"
She paused, looked toward the hill,
then said, "That's a dumb question."
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