Cicadas

As difficult as it is to admit, I am experiencing the East Coast 17-year Cicada invasion for the FOURTH time. The first one was the most memorable, no doubt because I was a mere prat at the time.

They were EVERYWHERE. They crunched underfoot, the air was filled with their romantic calls, you could collect more of the shed husks than the kid next door and wow, were they easy to catch as they flit about. It was heaven for a small boy. 

There was even a special about this year's invasion on the Science channel. I'm ready. So is Tiger the Wonder Cat - I've been talking up how scrumptiously crunchy and delicious they are, so he's primed as well.

So where the hell are they? I'm getting reports from all around, but apparently they are not permitted in our town or something. None. No crunch. No fun. I'm getting pretty grumpy. 

Imagine that - a grumpy curmudgeon.