Bugs

By Shane Cashion

Each week I try to set aside Sunday mornings to write. Because I’m easily distracted by my family, I usually do my writing outside on the back porch. Only yesterday I couldn't write because the Cicadas were too loud. When enough of them get together they can reach 85 decibels. For the sake of comparison, an overhead jet is about 60 to 70 decibels. Mercifully, they only crawl out of the ground once every thirteen years. If they don’t hurry up and finish with their relations and fly away, or die, or do whatever it is that they ultimately do, I’m going to end up in the nervous hospital.

So forgive me for this short and vapid post as I promise I’ll do better next time, cicada’s willing….