Pobre cicada...
June 03, 2004 | 8:49 PM

Today’s just a bad day for cicadas.

The boys in my gym class… they’re horrible! I can’t believe them… we’re doing archery and so we’re outside and half of us are idle at any given moment. And there are cicadas out there.

How would you feel if someone held you by your wings and put you on his tongue and threatened to eat you?

How would you feel if you were placed on a bull’s eye and shot at with arrows?

How would you feel if someone poked an arrow at you to make you fall off the target?

How would you feel if someone put your already damaged body on the ground and stabbed an arrow into your middle repeatedly?

How would you feel if someone tossed you up in the air multiple times and tried his best to kick you as you fell down to hit the earth each time?

They’re living things. Living things. It doesn’t matter that there are millions of them. That doesn’t change it any. Large numbers doesn’t make a thing any less alive. The fact that there are millions of them does not mean you can torture one! The fact that it’s an insect doesn’t change the fact that it’s a living thing. Species doesn’t make a thing less alive. The fact that it’s an insect does not mean you can torture it!

The poor cicada! Tortured like that… how could they do such a thing?