Sweetie: It was nice of you, Lady Human, to invite me out here while you were cleaning.
Me: Well, you looked bored and Doodlebug and MoonCat are napping.
Sweetie: I like it outside. Sometimes. For a very short time.
Me: It has been super hot, but you are my only true sunbather.
Sweetie: One thing I don’t like…that sound.
Me: Which one?
Sweetie: The one like toenails tapping nonstop. Like one of the Little Human’s wind-up toys.
Me: Oh, the locusts. Cicadas. This is their time. Summer. Heat.
Sweetie: Why do they make so much noise?
Me: I guess because they are singing away summer.
Sweetie: I wish they would stop. Are locusts tougher than bulldogs?
Me: Nope.
Sweetie: Then they’re not a problem then, are they? I’ll take care of this! Hey, locusts! Quiet!
Me: I don’t think they’re listening to you.
Sweetie: I’ll make ’em listen. I’ll just throw my bulldog weight around. Where are they?
Me: Up in the trees.
Sweetie: Cowards.
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