The Cicadas are coming, The Cicadas are coming.

I thought it was all a crock of shit, until Randy (The amazing Randito) pointed out that the high pitched humming I heard was not, in fact, the truck next to me or an alien spacecraft landing. It was in fact the Cicadas. If you've been living under a rock you might not have heard the doom and gloom that is about to hit the East Coast and bury us under a plague of these things. Humbug, I said - there will at most be 1 or two of them. Well, apparently there's a few more. I still say Humbug until I'm prevented from riding to work by a vast horde of them splattering across my visor making me unable to see for the blood and insect-like screaming in my ears. Regardless, Sid (friend at work) did manage to take some astoundingly good photos of them emerging at his home and watching them harden into adult versions of themselves. Been in the ground for years waiting for this summer, they say. Bet it beats gardening.. Click here to see the li'l gallery that I like to call simply, 'Sid'.