First there was just one, then there were two, then there were a million and then there were a billion of them. We knew that they were coming. We had been looking out for them. On Sunday, we saw our first periodic cicada. Its red eyes marked as such. Once every seventeen years they appear. This one landed on Anne’s leg, while we were eating lunch. At first, we were not sure what it was. Anne thought that it might be a horse fly and I thought wasp. It was neither of those harmful insects though, but it was not a pretty bug either. Soon they will be swarming and in unimaginable numbers. They are not particularly good flyers and tend to bump into things as they go, making them a nuisance. They are also the loudest insects in the world. The deafening roar of their mating call can cause hearing damage. I suspect that at night we will soon be running the AC with the windows closed just to be able to sleep.