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Yeah, 17 years of pent up libido...and BAM! Dead in 24 hours.
Posted by GarandFan | May 31, 2013 10:37 AM
Posted on May 31, 2013 10:37
ROFL, "Sugar Britches" that's funny, John.
Been at a convention all week, catching up.
Posted by Yo | May 31, 2013 1:58 PM
Posted on May 31, 2013 13:58
Hey Yo
"Sugar britches" is a classic Southernism that dates back to moonshine and transistor radios.
Posted by John Cox | May 31, 2013 6:17 PM
Posted on May 31, 2013 18:17
The endless noise! OOOOhhhh!
Posted by Cowboy | May 31, 2013 10:24 PM
Posted on May 31, 2013 22:24
COWBOY:
They go silent here at dusk. It's kind of interesting--at night, there is very little noise from anything--eerily quiet--it's as though even "the regulars" want some peace & quiet.
Posted by Terwiliger | June 1, 2013 9:06 PM
Posted on June 1, 2013 21:06
What I don't understand is why they do this all at once. Why not 1/17th of them doing it each year.
It's so unlike nature to do that - it BUGS me.
John -
What kind of context would the term sugar britches be used for by a southerner? Intended for children or sweet young things? It doesn't seem like a good pickup line. I suppose it's better than "sour puss".
Posted by Dr. Bob | June 1, 2013 9:57 PM
Posted on June 1, 2013 21:57
Hey Br Bob
"Sugar britches" is a endearment among intimates. You wouldn't use that term towards a stranger without expecting a curt comeback.
There are 12 different "broods" that take turns emerging every 13-17 years. You can count on an invasion of these red-eyed swarmers each year in different portions of the country.
Posted by John Cox | June 1, 2013 10:27 PM
Posted on June 1, 2013 22:27
DR. B:
Cicadas emerge en masse to overwhelm predators; can't eat 'em all. They're defenseless, & the adult phase is only a month long, with a week of that dedicated to hardening their final exoskeleton.
I've been called "Sugar Britches" (& equivalents) in any of a number of diners or small country restaurants by flirty waitresses. Think "Florence Jean Castleberry."
Posted by T again | June 2, 2013 3:33 PM
Posted on June 2, 2013 15:33