This time of year – August – the cicadas are loud and everywhere. Now if you don’t know what a cicada looks like, they are somewhat akin to a jet fighter (if you squint a bit):
The whole concept of “Biblical proportions” takes on a visual meaning.
So this morning I am driving in three lanes of traffic, not quite bumper-to-bumper but enough that I need to pay attention. And then I hear it…that cicada noise…from somewhere behind me. Now, I do have the windows down a bit so it is entirely possible that somehow a cicada has gotten in. Or is it something else? Maybe my dry cleaner’s receipts fluttering? Or is it actually an entire cloud of cicadas and this is just General Cicada sounding the attack trumpet to swoop down and envelop me in bone-rattling buzzing! I can’t look over my shoulder very well (remember three lanes of morning traffic) to check and see if there is an advancing swarm. Maybe I can out run it by driving as fast as I dare to get away from…something in my car.
Yep. Over my shoulder, behind me, just out of view. I made it to my office without being enveloped by a swarm. I just hope I still have a car after work.
Just Sayin' 