The big 17 year cicadas are out and loud as hell in the trees. I suppose some could say that the sound is a good sound, and I liked it the first day, but now with all of them in the trees going nuts every morning it all just sounds to me like 5 or 6 car alarms going off at once.
But now that the big cicadas are out and doing their thing, there is a second wave of their smaller relatives that have a shorter life cycle. They're all out there hatching now. The front of the house has more bug than brick. I don't ick easily with bugs... but that's FUCKING GROSS.
I just had to sweep the front step because the cases, the nymphs that didn't make it a safe drying place in time to avoid the birds, the deformed cicadas that have curled up wings that didn't unfurl correctly, were literally *carpetting* it. You couldn't see the concrete for all the dying bugs.
And of course, Mika thinks this is a bug buffet. So going outside means watching her closely, trying not to step on anything in the grass, and yelling "drop it" a lot when she invariably tries to eat some of them.