94: the number of cicadas I counted from leaving work to the getting on the subway last week.
The great cicada invasion of '04 is winding down, however; there just aren't as many. You see the occasional, but by next week they should all be gone.
In all, it was an expirience, abit a media-overhyped one. The swarming insects didn't block out the sun, or carry away small children. In short, the event didn't reach the forecasted plauge of biblical proportions.
The next time Brood X comes around, I'll be 40. Wow. Little T.J. Jr. will be able expirience the joy of chocolate covered cicada chunks. I'll be able to look at the bugs and wonder if I knew their parents.
And the sickest part is, everytime I look at a tree, will I consider if there are tiny larva manifesting into a future swarm?
Eh, probably not.
On a side note, I saw a guy dive for and remove a cockroach from a meeting room today with his bare hands. He gets my medal for the day. Now all I have to do is top that, symbolically striking down this alpha male that in his own symbolic way struck the rest of us down with his feat of daring. I guess I'll have to eat a bug.
Look out for THAT in a future post!
(Though it might not happen in the upcoming year...you'll just have to wonder...)
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