Dude. DUUUUUDE. I am beyond ready for these things to get laid, give birth and die. Their central complex could definitely use some improvement. I can be sitting, standing or walking and BAM, I get hit right in the head, shoulder, back, arm, you name it. As if they don't have enough area to navigate without running into something.
A funny moment happened. I was taking the pictures pictured below when Liam approached me about something. We had moved away from the tree and then this is how our conversation went:
Liam: (very calmly) "Mom?"
Me: (my back was turned to him) "Yes."
Liam: (very calmly) "Is there something on my head?"
Me: (I turned around) "Umm, yes."
Liam: (very calmly) "Can you get it off, please?"
He then moved on like nothing ever happened. He was so eerily calm it was hilarious.
If you know Liam at all, you will know that these sort of things typically put him into hysterics. He's not a fan of insects or hasn't had any real connection to animals (as in, if he sees a cat he's not the one to chase it down to pet it). However, he did love our dog, he just didn't know how to show it when he was alive. Weird, I know.
When this all started, the cicadas were off in the distance. We live in a very wooded area so I expected to be annoyed to some degree by their chorus. Shockingly it wasn't too loud or annoying, but actually quite calming and beautiful. Now? Forget it. Now they are in all of the trees in my neighborhood, including trees that sit right next to our deck. And flying from tree to tree on top of it. I am ready for silence here in Indiana. Horny bastards.
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