Seven o’clock this morning. The sun’s pink and yellow rays above the horizon. Fat, puffy clouds across the sky. At the kitchen bar. Second cup o’ joe. Newspaper opened. Page turned. Interesting story headline. Funny photo caption:
First, as we see in the headline, insects are killing crops in swarms — swarms! swarms! I tell ya — in the West.
Meanwhile, a Mormon cricket, as shown in the photograph, is — groan — feasting on a dead cricket, allegedly killed by a car.
Allegedly, because how do we know a car killed it?
Reliable witness(es)? Anyone?
According to the article, the crickets, when hit by a car, are juicy. Dead Dora doesn’t look squished to me; just stiff. More like either dead stiff or scared stiff.
Could the already dead cricket been dead by the time the Mormon cricket got to it? It could have had The Big One, theoretically, when it saw the honkin’ size of that Mormon cricket hanging around the shoulder of the road.
And then, just look at the position of Dead Dora and Lively Larry in that photograph. Larry may be doin’ a little CPR on the prone Dora. After all, crossing the street with massive cars whizzing by can put a diminutive cricket in a state of shock, don’t you think? Think of Hoppity trying to cross the street in Fleischer Studios’ 1941 cartoon, Hoppity Goes to Town.
It’s that heart-stopping.
So, it’s hard to say.
It’s hard to say which part of this story is fake.
I’ll go with the cricket being killed by a car as the fake; my ten dollar bet is that the swarming cricket crop-killers in the West is the real story.
(c) Susan Marie Molloy, and all rights reserved.