It is that glorious time of year. Seventeen and 13 year cicadas have crept to the surface of the earth and now sing forth their rituals to begin another mating season.
Sources say that this is the largest group of flying, chirping, howling bugs to reproduce at one given time. Trillions of the sex-crazed insects gather around us in trees to have what we could call the time of their lives.
Let's think about that for just a second. They have lived almost as long as the rest of us, but underground, only in preparation for a couple of weeks of sex to then die and rot into the soil. So herein lies my question: Do they at least enjoy it? Do the poor bugs act merely on instinct or will they have the opportunity to at least have pleasurable intercourse? Are there pimp cicadas or player cicadas? Do they get to choose their mate by sound, looks, or size?
My friends I call you to pity the young pups. Don't be frustrated when their chatter increasingly annoys you. Instead cheer them on in their duties; for they have come a long way and the least we can do is support them in their efforts.
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