Every 17 years, the cicada come out of hibernation. In the spring, they emerge from underground, shed their shells, fly around, mate and then die. To celebrate this amazing cycle, I organized a party at work. We called the festival "Cicada de Mayo." Co-workers made guacamole, pea pods, grape leaves and other green-colored foods. We filled a buggy-looking pinata with candies and let people take a whack at it. It was an afternoon of silliness. But you know what they say about all work and no play.
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