You Say Cicada. I Say Locust. Let’s Call the Whole Thing an Exoskeleton.
With all the talk of cicadas coming out of a seventeen year slumber emerging from the earth, I can’t help but think of my maternal deaf grandmother. She was traumatized at the mere sight of their crusty brown exoskeletons, so surely the onslaught of trillions must have her convulsing in her grave. During my childhood, I spent … More You Say Cicada. I Say Locust. Let’s Call the Whole Thing an Exoskeleton.





