Personal Narrative: Cicadas

Cicadas Camp Cornhusker, ‘the happiest place on earth’ as many people call it, including myself. There is so much to see and do, hiking in the thick bristled woods to hear the water crash at Angel's or Devil’s falls, to canoe at Lake Abel where the breeze gives a sense of freedom, and to be around a crazy group of staff members. As staff members, we do a lot of crazy things, for starters we work at a boy scout camp. But whether it’s staying up late to hug a windmill off of camp property of even trying the food combinations that the kitchen has us try, everything is a blast. For me though, my favorite thing to do was to pull pranks on the other guys, especially when it involves the seventeenth anniversary of cicadas. It all started sitting …show more content…
All of the unlucky and whinny creatures plopped into the bottle. Once I made a complete lap, I looked ahead of myself to see that even more cicadas lay where I previously picked them up from the fire hot cement. This time, unlike my first trip around the pool, the campers in the pool began to add to the pot by placing the cicadas whom swarmed the pool into the large container. In the end, I only had to make three laps around the pool to fill the ginormous protein powder container to the brim with dead and alive cicadas. It was a box filled with packing peanuts. Receiving the lid from the train wrecked pool office, I screwed it on tight and placed it back in the red crate as the sound of open swim closing rang like music to my ears. The next day, as I arrived at the pool for open swim, I decided to add more cicadas to the container. As I walked onto the pool deck with the large bottle in my hands, I unscrewed it, but as soon as I caught a wiff of the terrible skunk spray stench, I couldn’t put it back on fast enough. Foul odors oozed off the bottle as I held it straight out in front of me. “I’ll be right back!” I scream to the other staff members as I busted through them, taking the most direct route to the