Divebombed by Godzilla
Now, in my ignorance at such matters, I'd always thought a cicada was a cute little green thing that happily hid in the grass and chirruped away all day and night.
That was until I came (practically) nose to nose with Godzilla this morning. The Japanese cicada, or semi, is terrifying. Especially when you have the impression that a big black golf ball which is loudly whistling and clacking and moving at about 50 mph is heading straight for you like a thunderbolt and misses you by about half a metre.
I resisted screaming but couldn't hold in the most dignified, and extremely loud 'FUCKING HELL'.
I've googled but cannot actually find a picture to do Godzilla-the-semi-Golfball justice.
Horrid scary thing.
Japan is fun. Sometimes.
Of course, I'm now paranoid that every time I hear a clip or clapper that one is going to appear. I have an insect door (whatever they're called) across my balcony, so there is NO way they could get into my apartment. But still...... EEK!