Why are they still here? Why oh why? Yes, it’s fully into June now and we have yet to fire up the grill, all because of the Cicadas. They’re everywhere…on the deck, the patio, the walkway, the outdoor furniture cushions, the tires of my car (what?) and all throughout the grass and the new bushes we’ve recently planted. To grill would mean to also grill Cicadas along with our meat. Maybe I should try it. There are lots of Cicada recipes on the internet. Here is a link from the Huffington Post where you can find ways to eat them, in case you’re interested, but please don’t invite me to dinner.
We knew they were coming. It’s been 17 years since I moved to my town and they greeted me here the last time. We’d been seeing the holes throughout our yard for quite some time as well. Frank even took pictures and showed them to the people who work at the nursery where we buy our plants. Their reactions were very matter of fact, “Treat them like pets. They’re one of nature’s wonders because they only come out every 17 years, breed and then die within weeks. They won’t hurt you, but carry a tennis racket to swat them away.” Huh? They’re kidding, right? A tennis racket? They fly?! No…they weren’t kidding. So far, so good though, well, except for one exception when after running to my car screaming, as usual these days now that we live in Cicada land, I looked in my rearview mirror and saw what looked to me like a Cicada “gettin busy” on my ponytail. Needless to say, after lots of flailing about and screaming, I got the little bugger off and went on my way.
So here’s how they’re impacting our lives….we don’t grill, we don’t sit outside, we run screaming like crazy people to and from our cars ,(Frank wanted me to mention that he doesn’t do the screaming and flailing part…cuz he’s a guy after all and that would be weird.), we don’t do our long walks through the beautiful neighborhoods of our town and our front stoop, walkway and patio are littered with dead Cicadas, live cicadas and their husks that they came out of after climbing out of the ground. We even hired a lawn service for our tiny lawn because apparently the Cicadas are very attracted to the sound of the mower and will literally fly towards you and land on you. We’ve heard this horror story from many. Frank only needed to hear it once before he stopped mowing the lawn. It ain’t pretty.
Now, Cicadas are a nuisance to me, but others find them to be very cool. I respect that. I wish that I weren’t a person with such an intense bug phobia. I think it comes from growing up in Florida around those huge Palmetto bugs, (gigantic flying roaches), that to a child seem big and scary enough to eat me or harm me or just really gross me out. Also, I’m a girl. Nuf said. I do try to respect the Cicadas though. I won’t harm them and I walk around them, partly because I truly don’t want to kill them and partly because I don’t want to hear the crunch. Blech! They’re here for now, but will be gone in only a couple of weeks. I’ve already noticed that their numbers have diminished and the loud mating sounds have subsided greatly. I think that means that we’re almost done.
Bye bye Cicadas. It’s been real. I won’t miss you, but nor will I kill you or eat you in 17 years when you come back to share our space again.