The swarms seem to be dissipating in my area of Chucktown, but they're heavy just north of us, which is campus. Visitors have the displeasure of experiencing the big black bugs flying around harmlessly and sometimes landing on them.
Some folks really freak out. They scream. They yelp. They curse. They make rapid movements of various body parts.
Is it really that bad though? I mean, it's not like they're sucking people's blood like mosquitoes do.
They're loud as hell, but their "melody of riot" (Son Volt) only happens every thirteen years.
Sure, once the process is over, they leave their husks all over the place, as you can see below. It's annoying to have to clean up all that stuff, but if you take it from another perspective, we should give 'em a break.
They emerge every thirteen years to mate. That's a long time to wait for nooky, folks. Think on that a while.
The cicadian rhythm is thruttering lust.
All that noise is an insect version of "Let's Get It On."
2 comments:
Well said, my friend. Although, I admit to flapping my arms a bit when accosted by the fluttering things. It's a reflex!
Yeh, when they land on your face or your back, that's annoying.
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