It's a hot summer night and the kitchen window is wide open and june bugs are flying at me.
I cannot express how disappointed I am. When I read the mention of "knick-knacks", I was shocked, really, actually agog. To think we'd found a DUmmy who would use all the "k" letters required. Granted, it's still a DUmmy, so the word was disfigured by the use of one of those improper dashes that DUmmies like to use, but still... Then the DUmbass goes and proves he has no idea what a junebug is, and puts in a stupid space like air port. Only a DUmmy would think junebugs fly at night. I thought he was an exceptional DUmmy, but he's not.
For city people, they're big, old, shiny, green bugs that you find in the summer. You can take eight or ten feet of your mother's sewing thread, and tie one end to one of their fat hind legs, and hold the other end. The junebug will fly circles around you, until you release the thread and watch it disappear into the distance. I always loved to fly junebugs. Junebugs never ever fly after dark.
