The small crickets are getting louder every night, and there are more of them in my front yard. The buzzing is approaching the level that I would consider nerve-wracking, and I'll be glad when those little bugs are all dead and gone. Right about now we could use a cold snap, but we probably won't get one. October is the earliest such things happen around here, and November is more likely.
This computer is being very slow tonight, so I'm ending this. It obviously needs a rest. And I need food. And murder.
