Yesterday, as my loving wife and I were walking home from church, I dared her to pick up one of the many cicadas on the ground -- thinking that she would never do it.
But she did.
Then she ran after me, holding the gigantic bug by a wing while it buzzed and flapped. And I, of course, screamed like a little girl and ran away.
But she did.
Then she ran after me, holding the gigantic bug by a wing while it buzzed and flapped. And I, of course, screamed like a little girl and ran away.
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