It's still cricket season, but the first cicadas will soon begin their infernal screech. Meanwhile I'm enjoying the nights of soft chirps while they last. The fact is that each year the cicadas make me a little bit crazier. The most infuriating annoyance is the one you can't do anything about. If only there were more creatures who found cicadas tastier, and were good at catching them. The paucity of such creatures is a serious flaw of the local ecosystem. I wonder if I could get a bat colony to move into my attic? Better to have bats than to be driven batty.
See? The cicadas aren't even here yet and I'm already showing signs of craziness from the anticipation alone. Cicadas are evil!