Metafilter remembers 1987 better than I do. I'm starting to remember how loud it was, though. The buzz is holy.
I used to fill buckets with the exoskeletons too, Witty. I'd go out in my backyard and there'd be a hundred of them clinging to the wooden fence. I'd look down the cracks in their backs through their "eyes".
My sister and a friend of hers used to go downtown with a handful of them and hang them on people's backs as they walked behind them.
