The Unwanted Hitchhiker

I had a lovely time helping my dad babysit my nieces this morning. As I was driving home, I discovered to my horror that I had picked up a hitchhiker. He wasn’t mean. He didn’t bite, but I was not happy to learn of his presence while driving down the road. I nearly wrecked as I swerved completely unnecessarily from this creepy sensation of cicada crawling up my arm. I brushed him off my arm onto the floorboard of the car but continued to imagine that I felt him crawling up my legs.

Tibicen cholormera Cicada


(Thank you, cicadamania.com for the image!)

I made it safely home to my great relief. I called my teen boys out to remove our guest without harming him. My oldest boy threw a dustpan at him and refused to do any more. My youngest attempted to push him onto the dustpan with a paper towel. He kept flying inches away so he gave up.

It quickly became apparent that I would have to do this myself. Wasn’t it enough that I didn’t take us both out in a fiery wreck? Obviously not. He had to go, no one else would do it. I grabbed the paper towels and cautiously approached the driver’s side floor board. As I neared him, he flew up and disappeared.

Disappeared! You know what’s creepier than a cicada? A missing cicada! Yeah, I was kind of freaking. My heart was racing as I turned the paper towel and saw him clinging to it for dear life. I shook the paper towel, and he flew off into the grass. I think we were both happier.

About Trisha

Trisha Kilpatrick is a homeschooling mother of three. She has a degree in Education with a double major in Elementary and Special Education, but she is more proud of her countless hours of volunteer work in Children's Church. She believes that all children can learn and that, in life, simple is almost always best. *Affiliate links are used on this site. I may be compensated when you click on or buy from these links. If you have any questions, you can contact me at questions@trishadishes.com .

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