Famously forgetful, I could not recall seventeen years back. Did we have Brood X cicadas? I thought maybe, probably a few, but not a lot. But, apparently I was mistaken. Today, there are none while our sons in other parts of the area are experiencing their curious shenanigans by the thousands.
When I express halfhearted disappointment at their absence I am assured that another brood, another year will invade the garden, but I expect not. While my faulty recollection might forget a few scattered cicadas, I would certainly recall a full scale invasion in the thirty-two years we’ve occupied this garden.
I suppose that for a few weeks I would enjoy the buzz of the mating cicadas instead of the constant drone of lawn mowers while I’m lounging in the garden. Yes, cicadas can be a nuisance, but then they are gone, and seventeen years from now, if I’m fortunate to still be around, will I wonder again if the garden will be invaded?