Thursday, May 24, 2007

Cicadas: no-show insect bastards


Well? Where are they? Huh?

12 comments:

Splotchy said...

It's that substandard NW suburb soil keeping them from emerging.

You need some quality Brookfield earth, sweetened with bat guano and giraffe dung from the nearby zoo.

And no. You cannot have any of our cicadas or bat guano.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

We don't even get cicadas here, but unless you've got your hearing aid turned off, I'm sure you haven't accidentally missed them.

Johnny Yen said...

They've been a huge source of disappointment in my life. Blog post to follow.

Grant Miller said...

I hope they never come. I hate them already.

Bubs said...

Grant, fear not. I'm ready for them. I have a big bottle of Worcestershire sauce and a bag of seasoned flour to bread them in, and a skillet. I don't know how many we'll be able to eat when they arrive, but we'll do our best.

Johnny, I'm done waiting for them. They'll get no special joyous welcome from our household now.

Barbara, Splotchy lives south of here and he's swarmed by em. It's a matter of time.

Splotchy, I have my own supply, thanks. I keep it next to the corned beef hash and condensed milk down in the bunker.

lulu said...

I'm peeved. I want the damn cicadas and I want 'em now!

Melinda June said...

You guys are going to get a plague of biblical proportions in a few days. You're just asking for trouble, I tell you.

Or maybe the global warming got 'em.

Tenacious S said...

Bubs, I am sad to say that I know this, but the cicada you have pictured is the annual variety. The ones we are looking for are not nearly as pretty. The 17-year cicadas are black with red eyes. Personally, I think the annual cicadas are kind of pretty as far as large bugs go.

Bubs said...

Ah, Ten, I took a chance there and you caught me. I knew that was a "dog day" cicada, not the 17 year variety. Mea culpa.

Dino aka Katy said...

hold it you want insects to show up?????

Dale said...

They're so damned noisy!

Bubs said...

Dale, yeah, damn noisy sizzling in my big iron skillet, frying in a tasty batter!

Katy, yes. The cicada infestation is the social event of the season here in the Chicago suburbs. Well, really, the social event of 17 seasons...