I recently read that Cicadas are ready to make their obnoxious presence known again and I can't wait. According to this bug map Brood XIV is due to emerge from it's 17-year sleep cycle. I imagine the first one waking up and saying in his best Robin Williams / Genie impression, "10,000 years will give you such a crick in the neck!" It's a scientific fact that Cicadas are known for exagerating.
Cicadas? What are those?
They are very large and obnoxious bugs that I would estimate as the size of a large racoon and weighing approximately 20 pounds. At least the ones that congregate high in the tree outside my bedroom window every summer night. While the map doesn't show these critters in mid-Michigan, a few of the larger ones must take it upon themselves to hitchhike north. They climb high in the trees and scream a high-pitched and non-stop fingernails-on-chalkboard tornado-siren-like mating call (think Hunter Biden after a few hits on the crack pipe). They also remind me of some of the contestants on one of those singing shows the wife likes to watch so much. BUZZZZZZZZZ! "YOU'RE GOING TO HOLLYWOOD!"
Thinking of singing bugs, it reminded me of that Don't Bug Me game from my youth. "Man, don't you bug me. I got my own bugs to. If you think your gonna give your bugs to me, I'm gonna give them right back to you!" (think Hunter Biden in a bubble bath full of prostitutes)
According to my google machine, male cicadas produce their rhythmic, high-pitched whine using specialized structures called tymbals on their abdomens. I believe this was also the technique used by Neil Peart, the late, great former drummer for the rock band Rush.
So in conclusion...
You now know what I know about the cicada (and the contents of Hunter Biden's laptop). Think about it, though. The last time Brood XIV emerged from the soil in it's 17 year cycle was in the "hope and changey" summer of 2008 and Obama's first year of his first term. Had I the ability, I too would have crawled into a hole for 17 years after getting a glimpse of Barrack and Mooshell, only to emerge with Trump and MAGA at the helm.
A 17-year cycle. This reminds me that Haikus have 17 syllables (5-7-5). So in tribute to Brood XIV, I have penned them the following haiku.
Let them eat the bugs
Mi casa, su Cicadas
Please sleep off the buzz
Now buzz off!