I hate Texas.

Since I moved here, I've been plagued by bugs, record heat, and evil birds. I hope the next place we move is a place where bugs are humble enough to stay small and keep out of my house.

The reward I got for leaving the house today was finding this big boy on the door post.


Apparently it's a cicada and it's totally harmless. This information means nothing to me. All I know is that there is a big, disgusting bug right outside my door and I'm breathing into a paper bag.