Yes. You read that right.
Today in my trench two cicadas crawled out of some holes, still in their skin. Throughout the day the noise got louder and louder. We joked that by excavating our pit we'd released a plague.
It was funny until a storm rolled in, and it started raining maggots.
As in, the larvae of flies. Turns out they like to hang out in the forest, munching on leaves, and when an occasional thunderstorm comes along, they get washed out of the trees onto the heads and shoulders of unsuspecting students.
I'm sure you can imagine the results. Absolute shrieking, running about, flapping of hands, total hysteria and tears.
Want proof? Have a look at our ride home afterwards:
Today in my trench two cicadas crawled out of some holes, still in their skin. Throughout the day the noise got louder and louder. We joked that by excavating our pit we'd released a plague.
It was funny until a storm rolled in, and it started raining maggots.
As in, the larvae of flies. Turns out they like to hang out in the forest, munching on leaves, and when an occasional thunderstorm comes along, they get washed out of the trees onto the heads and shoulders of unsuspecting students.
I'm sure you can imagine the results. Absolute shrieking, running about, flapping of hands, total hysteria and tears.
Want proof? Have a look at our ride home afterwards:
2 comments:
EEEWWWWWWW!
This beats the ones in the mangos we froze
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