Welcome to Dixie Drive, the main drag through that little town up the road. Make a right or left onto any side street and who knows what or who you might come across. These folks are as unpredictable as a squirrel in the street on a hot summer's day and they don't care what you think about it. They're not hurting anybody, (except maybe themselves). they're just playing their cards with the hand they were dealt, so stand back and we'll see what they come up with next. The folks near Dixie Drive might reside in some backwater southern town and some of their weirdness may be particularly "Southern" but don't kid yourself, this is Small Town America: the same animal from Portland East to Portland West. Woof!
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John Pike said, about 4 hours ago
I remember them well when I was a child. I think we had about four or five different “swarms”. When they came out it was high pitched pandemonium. I read last week they are a good source of protein.
edclectic said, about 3 hours ago
@John Pike
He’s gonna need more buns.
thebird55 said, about 3 hours ago
Oooh, …the dark, red-eyed ones.
Three Steps Over Japan said, about 2 hours ago
Relax, they brought their own beer and sauce.