What better thing is there to do on Mother's Day than to go cicada hunting with my kids? Finley quickly got the hang of holding the jar, then knocking the bugs into it with her stick. Joe wasn't quite as brave, so I had to hold his jar for him while he hit at the cicada with his stick. Z was my personal bug spotter, just the right height to find the newly emerged cicadas hanging in the tall grass.After we got tired of the hunt, over we went to the chicken coop where we dumped them inside and watched a feeding frenzy ensue. We are doing our part in Marshall County to reduce the magnitude of Cicada Brood XIX.
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