Growing up, my friends and I called cicadas "back to school bugs" because they would come to town and start chirping the same time of the year that we went back to school. When we started hearing them, we knew our fun was about to come to an end. We would raise our tiny fists and curse them.
And, you know, they still piss me off with their incessant chirping. Chirping about geometry and chalk dust and having to dress for gym. Ugh. Cicadas are assholes. Even this one, who was thoughtful enough to stay intact for this post after dying on the patio table.
