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As I passed two of my rosebushes to get the paper this morning, I noticed that some of their early burst of blooms are dying, leaving ugly brown clumps amid the explosion of white.
Then I took a closer look.
The dead blossoms looked back at me with red eyes.
Yup, the cicadas have started to arrive. I didn't count the living ones lurking among the flowers, but I did notice that they had a preference for being at the end of a stem when they emerged from their shell - and if there was a previous shell there, well, so what? I counted 7 shells all piled on one another in a frozen exoskeletal orgy. Dudes! It's supposed to be shed, *then* mate!
Then I took a closer look.
The dead blossoms looked back at me with red eyes.
Yup, the cicadas have started to arrive. I didn't count the living ones lurking among the flowers, but I did notice that they had a preference for being at the end of a stem when they emerged from their shell - and if there was a previous shell there, well, so what? I counted 7 shells all piled on one another in a frozen exoskeletal orgy. Dudes! It's supposed to be shed, *then* mate!
