cicada wars

I'm usually not one to complain about our new friends. I have graciously, I think, put up with them, after all I would scream a little if I were under ground for 17 years. But today was the last straw. I shall wage war on the cicada.

I was on my way to the mall when I heard one of them scream and I knew it had come from somewhere in my car. It sounded like it was behind me and to my left. So I turned around and tried to see where it was but it screamed louder. That was when I realized that it was actually one me. I thought it was on my back, so I tried swatting at it and it just screamed louder and louder. I decided to just give up and wait until I parked to deal with that whore. So I made my way through the cicadas that were dive-bombing my car and parked at the mall.

When I tried to grab off of my back I couldn't find it so I turned around and realized that it was on the collar of my shirt. That bastard. So I through it at my window and smashed it with a water bottle. The war has begun.