the 17-year locusts, or periodical cicadas, are in town...or rather, i should say, in the woods. and they are annoying as H - E - DOUBLE TOOTHPICKS. i know what you city folk are thinking: they can't be that bad. oh yeah...they be that bad.
do you remember when the grinch (you know, the one who stole christmas) griped: One thing I can't stand is the noise, noise, noise, noise! good grief. dude hit that one on the head. seriously guys. i am not exaggerating...it sounds like a spaceship is landing behind our house. a LOUD spaceship. we sometimes have the radio on by the pool while swimming ~ we can't hear it over the cicadas (yeah, we have the volume turned all the way up). supposedly, the cicada chorus is known as the "song of summer". not.
while mowing the grass today, three separate locusts flew into my hair. these suckers are big. and UGLY. and after doing some research, i've yet to discover what purpose they serve in life.
i'm not going to bore you with details on the life cycle of the cicada ~ you can click on one of my links and do that yourself. but i will tell you that they are aptly named; their eggs have been burrowing and maturing underground for 17 years. a fact, my husband thinks is absolutely magical. leo's become uber-spiritual over the past year or so, which don't get me wrong, is a magnificent thing. but he's so darn optimistic all the time. while i was bemoaning the cicadas, leo described how fantastically miraculous the entire experience is, and how god is in the details, and isn't it amazing, "we'll be 58 years old the next time they come back."
nope. i ain't buying it.
ick.
2 comments:
wait a minute...
every 17 years? you sure?
when my brother was going to Morehead, 2003 i believe, he dated a girl from Erlanger (spelled wrong), KY, and there were cicadas in her ice cubes. they were EVERYWHERE!
hmm..
anna,
there are several different types of cicadas/locusts (check wiki). these pests in particular are the 17 year cicadas.
and if i had cicadas in my ice cubes, i'd freak!
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