We hope that, when the insects take over the world, they will remember with gratitude how we took them along on all our picnics.
The examined life is no picnic.
My first real kiss came when I was 10, and it was in an acting class. I had to do a scene from a movie where someone gets kissed under a tree, and I did not want to do it! But my acting partner wanted me to feel comfortable, so he bought a picnic basket with all these snacks. He made such an effort — and it was cute.
Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.