After 17 Years, They’re Back, and in the Mood for Love: the Times picks up on poupou’s eagle-eyed naturism.
Did I say ‘naturism’? Perhaps I mean ‘naturalist’s observations.’
I have undoubtedly romanticized memories of the event. The noise of the critturs is unbearably loud, but the huge bugs themselves are fascinating and were not threatening to me as a child. I recall coaxing them to crawl on me, and studying their discarded husks on the bark of trees with fascination.