This is a quick entry to tell you that I just may qualify for the “prize” of finishing this A-Z Challenge. If you are a semi-regular reader, you know that I don’t always finish what I start, be it books or challenges…or diets…or…whatever, which can sometimes put me in a quandary.
I hope that you find some quality reading in my (hopefully) quaint little piece of cyberspace, and that you don’t have any qualms about returning to read another post. I know I’m not the queen of bloggers, but I try not to be quarrelsome in my quest to write, and I try not to quibble, though I give in to my human side and do get quite testy every now and then and say things I shouldn’t. If I wrote just a quarter of the time I spent daydreaming, I could have written a quotient of books by now!
I’m quizzical whether “quotient” is grammatically correct in that sentence, but I’m leaving it there. Perhaps I will query google later to quell my question on whether or not that is right; so don’t quote me on that just yet.
The Cicada has nothing to do with a Q.
I found this one in Indiana a few years ago...
he (or she) was in the process of molting.
I photographed the process:
Ugly critters, aren't they?
Cicada means "tree cricket."