Dread. That basically says just how I feel about the coming cicadas. These not-so-little red eyed buggers–for those of you who aren’t lucky enough to live in the Northern Illinois area–are 17-year cicadas from Brood XIII, which means they burrow underground eating tree root sap for 17 years before coming above ground to create a deafening racket, mate, lay eggs, and die. The millions of cicadas will be a thrill for those of us who get freaked out by insects when there are only a few of them around. Having multiple thousands per acre is causing me to lean on my panic button. Just thinking about it makes my stomach pool in my toes.
So if you don’t live out here, I apologize in advance if I mention it a lot. You have to understand my fear; it’s like a Hitchcock movie playing out in my front lawn.