Okay, I don't know what's wrong, but for some reason, we don't have anywhere near the projected numbers of cicadas! Am I disappointed? Kind of. I thought it would be fun to watch how the uninitiated handled having drunken bugs, BIG love-drunk bugs, flying lopsidedly into their hair, where they would hang, buzzing crazily, beating webby wings furiously as they try to detangle themselves from the unwilling hair trap.

Of course the owner of the hair would not be calmly accepting of this phenomenon, oh, no sirreeeee. They would be jumping out of their skin, leaping in a frenzy of head shaking and flailing (which only tangles the bug more firmly in your hair) while stomping on more of the crunchy critters who are creeping slowly across the ground in their search for love.

As a matter of fact, an odd but true fact too, most cicada-induced "injuries" during this 17-year visit are to canines (from overeating of the crunchy critter--the vet likened the piles of cicadas in yards to a yard paved in "chicken nuggets", as far as your dog is concerned. Note to self, do NOT allow the dog to go out alone.)

During the last infestation, 17-years ago, it was kids who were visiting the emergency rooms, not the dogs. Most of the injuries were linked to bicycles, too. Panicked children were evidently running off of their bikes, trying to escape dive-bombing cicadas.

So far, the only "shock and awe" I've seen during this cicada campaign has been the size, amount and frequency of the bird droppings on my car, the driveway, the street, the front doorstep ... haven't these birds eaten enough?