Well, my friend used to set Cicadas on fire while they were still alive. I collected a bunch of burned ones and Cicada shells, and put them in a trashbag. When the bag was filled, I dumped them inside his pillows and under his sheets. I was sleeping over that night, and when he pulled down his covers to find a bunch of cicadas, he
freaked out. It was hilarious!
Especially since he's a big believer in ghosts and spirits getting revenge on their killers. I told him if he taped ketchup packets to his bed, door, arms, and legs, the ghosts would leave him alone. He fell for it.
I also smuggled a trashbag full of Cicadas into my classroom and let them loose. It was funny, because all the girls were screamin' their heads off because tons of Cicadas were landing on them and flying around. I never got caught.
My weird thoughts become reality...
Ahh, fun with Cicadas....