One of the nice things about having a substantial mailbox is that you know when the mailman arrives, because you hear the clunk as the door closes. It also lets you know if you can stay in bed because your husband has gone out to get the mail instead of you for once in your life.
This morning I heard:
CLUNK - Scream - "Jesus!"
Had it been Scream - "Jesus!" - CLUNK I would have assumed that a severed head was in the mailbox.
CLUNK - "Jesus!" - Scream would be the second coming coincidental with the mail retrieval.
But it was decidedly CLUNK - Scream - "Jesus!" which Gary then explained is the sound of a "dead" cicada on top of the mailbox springing to life and flying in Gary's face when the mailbox shut.