Texas and Cicada

When I was a child, these were the scariest things in the world. Even though we knew they wouldn’t hurt us. They were honking big bugs and they were loud. One of my cousins put a paper bag full of about twenty in the glove compartment of the car, knowing the owner would open it on the trip to pull out a map, and then let lose the whole caboodle.

Well, it’s periodical cicada time and the maps do not show Texas as a place where they come. Yet I know they were around in the panhandle (Plainview) when I was a kid. Also, found one of the outer shells on the porch two days ago. I meant to show the kids, but I forgot. Apparently the dog got to it, because it isn’t out there now.

Glad to know that is what they were. When I read about them I was like “yeah, we had those.” But then we weren’t on the map. I guess because we don’t have billions.

I cannot imagine having billions. Whew. Swarm the tree and scare you to death.

UPDATE:

According to Real Live Preacher, Texas cicadas are not cyclical but annual and they come out on the hottest days. Therefore, by those who know, of whom I was not one, they are called “dog day cicadas.” There you have it. I knew we had those little rascals.

But truthfully, I haven’t seen one in years. Until this year. Maybe we have both and people just don’t notice our cyclical ones because we don’t have a lot. That makes a lot more sense to me.