The only reason why I continue posting about cicadas is because they have completely overwhelmed my life.
I'm home alone with the kids, so I decide to take them to a park a few blocks away. My daughter and my younger son ride in a wagon I'm pulling, and I'm pushing my older son in a tricycle that has a handle in the back for an adult to push.
All my other posts about cicadas were nothing, let me tell you. NOW they mean business. Now they are on the ground, on the trees, and flying around.
In the back of my mind I knew my daughter did not like these bugs, but it wasn't until she started screaming, "Cicadas! Cicadas everywhere!" that I realized that, hey, she did not like these bugs.
I know all you bug-deprived northern Illinoisans just think I am posting fictitious cicada reports to boost my hits with entomologists, so here are some pictures taken in front of my house.
The light pole in front of my house.
Closer on the light pole.
Another view of the light pole.
Yet another view of the light pole.
One of them buggers close up.
Detail of a tree in front.
The base of the tree. Who wants pork cracklins?