Tuesday, May 25, 2004 @ 2:05 PM
Today I am in tears. I have to go to the store to run a few last-minute errands before I leave for Nassau tomorrow, and the cicadas are out in my neighborhood in full force. I am too afraid to go outside. There are literally dozens of cicadas flying into and out of the tree in my front yard. One cicada is perched outside of one of my front windows screeching; another one is clinging to my bedroom window screen. I am so afraid that if I go outside something’s going to land on me, or in my hair.
I just took a look outside my window again, and they’re still busy flying about. I shudder to think what I may find if I open my door. A couple of cicadas landed on my car to pay their respects to their dead comrade who’s still stuck in my windshield wiper.
Everyone keeps talking about the cicadas reaching their peak next week. I cannot believe that all of this activity is just a prelude to even more heavy cicada traffic.
I just heard another male screeching in the window right where I am now. Ugh. I think the cicadas are getting back at me for my anti-cicada journal, and have decided to set up a protest and picket line around my house. Who’s been leaking my journal to the cicadas?