Lauren’s brother Mark told us over the weekend that they were in the middle of a 13 or 17 or some prime number anyway cycle of cicadas (which is surprisingly easy to spell). My initial reaction was, “Really, this is suppose to be impressive? I was there for the tail end of the Baltimore Great Cicada uprising of 2004, and this is nothing.” But I’m not the kind of guy to tell someone that his plague of locusts isn’t as bad as another plague of locusts that I saw, so I just smiled and nodded.
He did mention that they were much worse at Aunt Ruth and Uncle David’s (or is it “Aunt Ruth’s and Uncle David’s”) house. Boy howdy was it.
We had a nice visit with Aunt Ruth and Uncle David after we went back inside where we could hear them.