The city is all abuzz in anticipation of the Great Cicada Emergence. Their 17-year cicadas are due out any day now. And some are materializing in the 'burbs. (Check out this nifty map.) And the zoo animals are ecstatic, because cicadas are like candy that is secretly good for you. I can't wait for them to show up in the City. Because I love cicadas. They crack me up. Big, dumb, ugly, and prone to make people wig out. I specifically remember cicadas at my first holy communion. Clinging to veils and white dresses, to the infinite horror of most of the girls and their parents. I just grabbed them by the wings and flung them elsewhere.
Until the cicadas show up, I am stuck with an ant problem in my room. It's a pain to try and stash every crumb of food. Because they are even excited about individually foiled-wrapped granola bars. And apparently the city has bigger infestation problems, because I can't find ant traps anywhere. Instead, I got fed up. Moved the granola bars after shaking them out and putting them in gladware. Then I hosed down any ants I saw with the bleach-based bathroom cleaner. It was satisfying. We'll see how long this lasts.
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