One thing I thought about a couple times while sweeping up dead critters -- It won't happen again for 14 years. Even if I make 94 I won't even know what all the ruckus is about.
I find it amazing that not more people are going through this like we are, very few to be exact. I wondered if others have sent their allotment our way. Thanks but no thanks. Swept up hundreds of mostly dead corpses on patio alone yesterday. Doesn't even include those clinging to blades of grass. I was hoping lawn service would come along yesterday and take up the dead and the alive while mowing. I require picking up the grass cuttings - I wouldn't care one iota if they all got carted away in the process. Truth be told - there must be billions and billions in my big, big special crimson maple alone. They're either on the leaves/on the truck/or flying at my head.
A sick side story - I found another one of the 17 year cicada on Thursday while sweeping the driveway. (For those who aren't cicada educated, there are 14 year cicada, brownish and orange with red eyes, and 17 year cicada, green with black markings and bigger.) I found one Thursday while waiting for handy man who was to put in a new storm door that day. I swept around the green one and left him wounded to show him. Most people here aren't even aware, nor do they care, about the 17 year, and I wanted to show Mark. Well, before he arrived, a robin dropped down and ate my pretty cicada. Glad but not glad. I'll have to hang on until 97 yrs to see another?
Y'all no doubt had enough of the buggy stories. I'll earnestly try to never mention them again until 2038.
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