we’re on the tail end of the phenomenon now but they r out in numbers that we haven’t seen since 1803. If you’re in the American MidEast go outside and let them fly into your unbrushed hair and remind you what it’s like to be so alive and so stupid and annoying and harmless and loud and ugly and free
I was four, the summer of one of those huge 17 year cicada broods. I loved messing around with them, loved sticking them in my little sisters hair even more…
