It's cicada season here in the happy state of Kentucky.
Not just any cicada, mind you, but the 17 year cicada. These puppies only show themselves every 17 years. (Apparently there's a 13 year cicada too. They were here in 2004. I don't know what the difference is. As a matter of a fact, I'm suspicious that there is no difference and it's all a big science joke.)
Well, not the same cicadas over and over again. Apparently baby cicadas hatch, fall to the ground and burrow down for 17 years until it's time to come up and make more baby cicadas.
The thing is, when you don't see something for a really long time, you tend to spaz out when creepy little bugs start emerging from the yard by the hundreds or thousands.
And then there's the noise. Cicadas are very (did I say very?) noisy. Soon, the neighborhoods of Louisville will be humming with cicada songs. Male cicadas sing to attract a mate. (actually they vibrate. or hum. or something. but singing sounds much nicer.)
I'm thinking they should just send flowers.
So, when I open the door to let the dogs out, all I hear is bzzzzzzzzz. Now, that could be my infected ears or it could be a herd of cicadas. I'm just saying.
Apparently people eat cicadas too. Nobody I know would admit to such a thing, but according to some, they taste like shrimp. I think I'd be hard pressed to pop out in my yard, scoop up a handful of bug-eyed critters and serve them for dinner. No matter how high grocery prices get. They do come with a warning, though. Evidently if you are allergic to shellfish, they advise not to eat cicadas. Because they not only taste like shrimp, they, like shrimp, are arthropods. Which begs the question, then why do they live in the dirt? And honest to pete, the newspaper said they are low fat and high protein. Ick.
So, do you have cicadas where you live? If not, can I send you some?