Comments on: Welcome back, cicada

By: MollyNH

MollyNH — Tue, 11 Jun 2013 00:16:57 +0000

yes steve *global climate change*
audacity of the premise is just *stunning* !

By: Dr. Weevil

Dr. Weevil — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 20:54:40 +0000

If you’re living in the same area as you did in the early 1960s, you can delete the “circa” from “circa 1962”. That’s 51 years ago, 51 = 3 x 17, and they come back every 17 years, so it’s been exactly 51 years since the third-to-last brood before this one appeared.

By: E.M.H.

E.M.H. — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 15:25:54 +0000

Oh God, the noise.... THE NOISE!!! I already suffered through Brood X's infestation, and one from another brood. Every sunset, when the sound would get so loud it would drown out traffic, I would say to people, some of them random strangers "Now THAT is the sound of insanity." Most agreed. Yeeech, cicadas.... brrrrrr (*shudders*)

By: Steve

Steve — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 15:16:37 +0000

MollyNH, global climate change is a perfectly meaningless phrase, don’t you think?

By: Ymarsakar

Ymarsakar — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 13:33:20 +0000

Every time Japanese animes air about Summer, it’s those freakishly loud bugs in the background.

By: MollyNH

MollyNH — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 04:45:36 +0000

I just thought about *global climate change*
seems like the cicadas should be making advances into NE
beyond just western Connetticut if all that malarkey from Al
Gore is true, we ll have to be monitoring that.
Will they be covering *all of Connetticut * by 2030???

By: David Yothum

David Yothum — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 02:20:41 +0000

@
Mrs Whatsit Says:
June 9th, 2013 at 9:51 pm
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Memories may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget

Yes, Summer stretching out before us. The gravel road down the hill and the County Bookmobile coming soon. Afternoons walking back to the ‘cow pond’ to fish for bluegill or catfish, throw rocks and just goof around – after chores were done, of course. Different times.

By: Mrs Whatsit

Mrs Whatsit — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 01:51:29 +0000

I remember those cicadas, I think also in 1962 or thereabouts, in Maryland. The insistent humming on the hot summer afternoons — the shining living bugs with their spooky glowing eyes and then the crunchy amber shells they left behind, clinging empty-eyed and tenacious to the treebark as though they were certain they were still alive. We don’t have them where I live now in Cold Country, but I remember how their song filled and evoked the heat and boredom and sheer aimless pleasure of a long long summer afternoon with nowhere to go and back-to-school an unimaginable stretch of dreamy days away, humming from the trees Summer, Summer, Summer, Summer . . .

By: David Yothum

David Yothum — Sun, 09 Jun 2013 23:47:42 +0000

Neo, thank you for a touch of normalcy today – the coming weeks could prove exciting.

Yes, as a child in southern Ohio were would play with these noisy buggers. Beautiful wings, if caught early while they’re climbing their tree. Summer, after the school year was over, would always start with their song – about 10am when everything was warming up. By 4pm, in the hot afternoon, their chorus would rage throughout the woods and pastures. Creation is amazing!

By: sharpie

sharpie — Sun, 09 Jun 2013 19:49:34 +0000

Make sure your cicadas are fresh!

I’m cooking the popular “Sunday Dinner Beef Roast.” Now, I’ve used, often, (Notice how I place the adverb after the verb. Shows I’m a lady of quality.) fresh parsley, rosemary and thyme, and I can’t taste any difference.

Am I deficient? I’m pretty much a dog when I eat in that I eat to get as much food as fast as possible down the gullet. That’s my enjoyment, what’s yours?

Although I love cats, I’m not a mincer. Smell either excites savage thrusts of the neck while the food goads down, creates a violent thrust away response, or . . . meh, in which case the food is thrust in a plastic sack and put inside the refrigerator for several months.

Sac-o-cicadas.