Again? Seriously?

These damn cicadas are following me, I swear. Two years ago in DC they were EVERYWHERE. I couldn’t step outside without crunching a few exoskeltons… oh and:

A single male’s shrill courtship call can reach 90 decibels, equivalent to a kitchen blender. That could sour plans for outdoor events over the next few weeks.

No effing kidding. They are louder than the 7:30 el on a Saturday. I’ll be happy if I can go 17 years without dealing with these things again.