Given The Choice, I'll Take Locusts. Or Frogs.

I hate cicadas.

We have them behind our office. You can hear them "sing" when you're out back on the loading dock. I remember the last time this brood came out to die (1991). I seem to recall that if you pull off their wings, their heads fall off. But it was a long time ago; maybe they've built up an immunity to that now. Paul Daugherty compared cicadas to the Bengals- "They spend 17 years underground, come out for a couple of months, and get stomped." Hysterical. Maybe a lot got killed during last night's thunderstorm/potential tornado. Maybe they died before they could breed. One can only hope.

I hate cicadas.