posted on May, 22 2013 @ 01:52 PM
So, last week the cicadas in our area matured. In case you aren't familiar with these loud little creatures,
here's a link.
Apparently, our cozy little home in the suburbs was ground zero for the local infestation.
These things are EVERYWHERE. Crawling up the side of the house, committing suicide on my car windshield (it sounds like a gunshot when you hit one of
these things doing 60).....freaking out my son and my students.
Now, I could look past all of that if it wasn't for the NOISE. I wish I had a way to share just how loud these little denizens truly are.
Their sound drowns out everything...human conversation, the television, even the town's emergency siren (okay, I exaggerated that last part, but only
by a little). They are so loud I cannot hear myself think!
I'm a country girl...the sound of crickets lulls me to sleep.
Cicadas, however, are crickets on steroids playing death metal at 100 decibels. Aarghhh.
I know, it's an insignificant problem. But I'll be glad when this group journeys on to the afterlife......then it's another 17 years before the
auditory assault begins once again.
Wishing you peace and QUIET,