http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/mmedia/metro/051804-22v.htm


One landed on my hand today looked at me and growled 3 times and flew away. Some sound like a woman screaming but when a a million or two get together its sounds like a 1950 flying saucer sound coming straight down from the sky in a whirling twirling pulse of constant wavering.

They taste a bit like asparagus. All protein and no fat or carbs.
The protein of the wings has welded onto my car where they have layed dead too long. Perhaps Nasa can look into a new tile glue formula from cicada wings.