It's really gross.
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That's pretty gross too. Did you know cicadas bleed black blood that stains cement for months??
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One of our cats, short-tailed 'Jenny' (I named her after the famous war-plane of the different spelling; one day, she had a wound in her tail, and the vet not only couldn't figure out what caused it, he couldn't fix it: so Jenny ever after had half a tail), took to showing up at the back door, around sunrise. She would bring up the rodent, bird, snake (there were times that I couldn't really be sure WHAT she had) that she had just hunted down and killed. Sunrise on Saturday in the woods: 'Mrrl! Mrrlf! Morrlf!' from the back door, and I was the only one at home, that time of day.
AND I WAS IN BED.
She would NOT quit her muffled yowling until I crawled out of bed, opened the back door, and acknowledged her 'kill.'
"Yes. Good kitty. Good kitty. No, you can keep it, I promise."
Close the door and stagger back to bed. She would take her catch off and eat it. But she would never do it UNTIL THE KILL WAS ACKNOWLEDGED.
- What are you gonna do, when the world catches on?
Seen it. I grew up on a crop farm, and our cats would crunch on cicadas about as often as they would kill field mice.
Which was quite frequently.
We had a pair of ginger tabbies who would go for walks on the farm with us, during the Spring, and they would often dive into the soybeans in the late season, to hunt, kill, and eat grasshoppers.
- What are you gonna do, when the world catches on?