My Aunt just reminded me that I'm missing the cicadas this summer in IL. I guess 17 years have passed since their last arrival, though I distinctly remember them covering all of the trees in our yard and also remember dreading when they would come back. To a 7 year old girl, the song of the cicadas is not what you want your summer soundtrack to be. Actually, this holds for the 24 year old girl too.
I, however, will be smiling for the rest of the day, not only because it's the Friday before a long Memorial day weekend, but because I'm in California all summer... far, far away from any signs of cicadas. And for those that have no idea what these benign, yet disgusting and loud bugs are, enjoy!