The big cicada event this year began and was over again before we even got to the Fourth of July. But the annual cicadas are back, just like they always are, singing from the trees. While the 17-year cicadas come in extremely large numbers – that’s kind of their whole thing – the annual cicadas are much subtler. Some years, I don’t even see one. This year, one landed on my window frame for a while, and sang, and then it moved on.
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I’ve written before about how much I love bugs on my window. I even wrote about a cicada on a window once, and the window was in Nepal. (There are so many cicada species around the world!) It’s not all bug love around here, though – if you’ve ever dealt with those horrible jumping basement crickets, read about the LWON team’s general hate for the little bastards.
Photo: Helen Fields