The Straightlaced Bohemian’s Journal there’s an entry on cicadas, a particular species of which is due to emerge this year after 17 years of “suckling on roots.” Their parents produced them in 1987.
I remember that great storm of cicadas. It was awful. The drone! The drone! The crunch and splatter of tens of thousands being run over or flying into things; their covering trees and roofs; their dying by the hundreds of thousands, carpeting American neighborhood with their carcasses…
The marvels of nature!
