Work is insane. Should I be surprised? The start of Summer Reading, hot hot weather, cicadas droning on everywhere... it gets people's nerves on edge. In the last hour of work, I had two people ask me to do a "bug check", not on their computers but on their backs, because the cicadas were grouping near the doors. I counted four on the floor, not counting the two that Kathy took outside. Ugh.
But earlier in the day, my coworkers at least had the sense of humor to pretend like the cicadas were our fantasy ball teams. We all had at least two teams, that way. High injury rates, especially for players who got near car windshields! My dogs, who eat quite a few cicadas even though I try to prevent it, are overzealous security officers. The mole they dug up was an overenthusiastic fan! The cicada droning is the team song.
Luckily, the next draft isn't for 13 years. And yes, I'll still be most relieved when this season's regularly scheduled games are over! Heheheee...
Cicada facts for those of you who got here hoping for something serious.... only the males are droning. The females click, the males drone. If a female rejects a male, he might hang out near her, droning irregularly to interrupt the song of any other male who might try to woo her. She gets distracted, doesn't respond to the new male, and the stubborn guy gets another chance, eventually. He hopes, anyway. So, apparently even cicadas have problems with stalkers!
I gotta look up when the 17-year brood arrives. Maybe I can arrange to be out of the country for a month or two around that time...
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