Thus far, the invasion of the cicadas has been disappointing. Frankly, I've seen just as many cicadas in off years as I have so far this year, and while I understand that they're meant to be pests and all that, I kind of thought a plague of cicadas would be interesting. I must have missed the one 17 years ago somehow, because I've never seen more than one cicada in a given location. In fact, most of the ones I have seen were temporary "pets" my sister picked up somewhere and perched on her shoulder for a while.
Well, until these:
These, you will note, are in a plastic cookie tin (shut up-you know what I mean) and not in the wilds. That's because my father had to bring them home from a jobsite many miles away so that my daughter could actually see some.
We returned them to the wild, of course.
Still, the absence of a constant buzzing sound underlying all activity and swarms of brightly-colored cicadas covering the trunks of trees has been disappointing.
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