My French “book” the chocolate sent ended up being a wad of paper with no binder to put it in, so I figured I’d snazzy up what I found in the garage. (Too bad it doesn’t make me less terrified of this class.)
Took the dog out and found a tiny, live cicada on my patio! It’s actually the first living one I’ve ever seen. Have dead ones, hear live ones all the time, but never got to meet one. I was a little too excited about it.