I drove home today after attending my 20th college reunion in DC (and visiting my family in NoVA) -- all of which was really great. But I didn't expect to run into the Day of the Locusts -- primarly from Virginia, through Maryland and Delaware. Didn't see many bugs in NJ - maybe it has something to do with the number of toxic waste sites per square mile. Maybe.

Anyway, I did my part to continue the survival of the fittest - I stopped counting after the 12th cicada thwacked my windshield and bounced into insect oblivion -- or heaven or hell or wherever cicadas go once they've been blown to smithereens by a Honda going about 80. And each one left a nasty bunch of shit on the windshield I might add. Despite what these Cicada Maniacs have to say, I cannot stand the sight or sound of them.

Two positives that I can think of - the thwacking on my windshield was so loud there was no chance I could get drowsy and fall asleep at the wheel (which I've done twice in my life btw) and two, if there had been fewer cars on the NJ Turnpike today I could have held a Locust Slalom event. There were that many. They'd better emerge from whatever hell hole they come from and be gone quickly -- but I'm afraid it's going to be a long, hot, very noisy summer.