(I like this title, because it describes my life on many levels. Read into it what you will...)
Do you have cicadas at your house?
I had never heard of them until we moved East, but now their rattling mating call has become synonymous with August. During the hottest, most unbearable days of summer, they absolutely shake the trees in our yard with the most deafening insect sound. But wait! It gets even better! They also shed, leaving entire exoskeletons for delighted ten-year-old boys (and their horrified mothers and sisters) to find.
Last week Jake collected a whole bucketful and spent an entire morning with a hot glue gun creating his own Dead Cicada Fight Club.
Is there a Scout badge for this?
Check out the footage below to enjoy this "beautiful noise"...
