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June bugs are so annoying. Every April they start slamming their little bodies against the damn back door, and I'm like, what the fuck are you doing?! You're two months early, you assholes!
It's fine when they do it in June, but I have to put up with two months of that early bullshit.
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June bugs are so annoying. Every April they start slamming their little bodies against the damn back door, and I'm like, what the fuck are you doing?! You're two months early, you assholes!
It's fine when they do it in June, but I have to put up with two months of that early bullshit.
Wow I'm glad that it's dry as fuck where I am. Giant insects slamming into your doors sounds horrifying.
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Wow I'm glad that it's dry as fuck where I am. Giant insects slamming into your doors sounds horrifying.
Wait till you hear about the cicadas.
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In some areas and times, cockchafers were served as food. A 19th-century recipe from France for cockchafer soup reads: "roast one pound of cockchafers without wings and legs in sizzling butter, then cook them in a chicken soup, add some veal liver and serve with chives on a toast". A German newspaper from Fulda from the 1920s tells of students eating sugar-coated cockchafers. Cockchafer larvae can also be fried or cooked over open flames, although they require some preparation by soaking in vinegar in order to purge them of soil in their digestive tracts.[14] A cockchafer stew is referred to in W. G. Sebald's novel The Emigrants.
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One time, I was walking down the street with my brother and a junebug flew right into the side of my neck. My instinctual reaction to this was to freak the fuck out, flail my arms and jump about a meter to the side away from where I was hit.
.... That all happened in about 0.087 seconds.
Yes, I jumped sideways.
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Wait till you hear about the cicadas.
We have them here. I don't mind them cause they just hang out in trees all day and don't bother me.
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With what
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One time, I was walking down the street with my brother and a junebug flew right into the side of my neck. My instinctual reaction to this was to freak the fuck out, flail my arms and jump about a meter to the side away from where I was hit.
.... That all happened in about 0.087 seconds.
Yes, I jumped sideways.
i swear to god large insects specifically go out of their way to hit me on the nose while riding my bike, once it must have been a bee or something hitting me ass first because my nose swelled up right where the glasses rest on it.
it's borderline traumatizing
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In some areas and times, cockchafers were served as food. A 19th-century recipe from France for cockchafer soup reads: "roast one pound of cockchafers without wings and legs in sizzling butter, then cook them in a chicken soup, add some veal liver and serve with chives on a toast". A German newspaper from Fulda from the 1920s tells of students eating sugar-coated cockchafers. Cockchafer larvae can also be fried or cooked over open flames, although they require some preparation by soaking in vinegar in order to purge them of soil in their digestive tracts.[14] A cockchafer stew is referred to in W. G. Sebald's novel The Emigrants.
i somehow prefer the thought of eating roasted larvae over sugared beetle
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We have them here. I don't mind them cause they just hang out in trees all day and don't bother me.
they're more existential dread than actively scary i feel, eldrich creatures emerging from the soil on a weird super long schedule only to screech for like a week or whatever it is and then promptly all die off
