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call it a night and stop drinking or figure that you need a couple more. Something has to work so the damn snacks stop moving.
That's a masked chafer.
This is what I always called a june bug :
When I was a kid, everyone referred to the masked chafer merely as a 'beetle'. It wasn't until much later that I found out they're referred to by another name. Please note that there are a variety of other insects also called 'june bugs,' but to me, they've always been the shiny green ones shown above.
IMO they're beautiful, unless they succeed in producing a sufficient number of grubs to cause lawn damage. The grubs also attract moles, which brings about another set of problems.
A beer nut joke!! ftw!!!
and fly them like a kite...I know cruel, but we did let them go when we got tired of circling around 
My family wasn't wealthy enough to send me to summer camp. I was an outdoorsy type, however, and I spent every moment exploring under the river bank. I don't think I would have been any happier at Disneyland than exploring that river bank. I would fish the river for hours, hoping I'd snag some gnarly creature like a river gar, which I caught occasionally. I would bring home frogs, snakes, turtles, etc., much to my mother's chagrin.
Speaking of picking things...
I was picking wild blackberries one time, parting the bushes in search of ripe berries, when a little snake popped up and spread its hood - like a miniature cobra - and hissed at me. I found out later that they were puff adders, non-poisonous snakes that evolved a cobra-like hood to frighten predators. That prompted four other little hissers nearby to chime in, scaring the bejeebus out of me. I turned and ran a few hundred feet, then it occurred to me how much they'd pissed me off, so I did a 180 and ran back to beat the bushes with a stick, hoping I'd hit one of them. They must've have sensed my anger, though, because I didn't see them again.
Miya Sushi in New Haven will serve 'em up.
http://www.nhregister.com/articles/2013/05/15/news/new_haven/916f0064-02c2-4611-8a4d-6cfc23505c4e.txt?viewmode=fullstory
Along with the intense public fascination over the creatures comes a healthy curiosity about people who are willing to eat cicadas.
There are a fair number of these folks, actually. They even create recipes with cicadas, everything from tacos and cookies to dumplings and pizza.
Aficionados report that the meatier, young female cicadas taste best. They also note that cultures such as the Native American Iroquois tribe in upstate New York considered cicadas a delicacy.
Table for one, please. ...Oh, you're all booked? Damn!
