I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The cicadas are dying. Here. And here.
Me: I know. You need not pile them at my feet.
Stella: But they are dying, Lady Human! Why?
Me: It is the end of their season. They have done their job.
Stella: But they only hatched out a few weeks ago. They waited in the ground for 17 years and only stayed a few weeks? I don’t understand.
Me: They hatched. They sang in the trees. They mated. They laid their eggs. And 17 summers from now…
Stella: …the eggs they just laid will hatch and the babies will do it all over again. How sad.
Me: Or how comforting. It’s a great cycle. The locusts…sorry, cicadas that hatch next year will be the ones that were laid as eggs 16 years ago this summer and so on and so on. A continuous chain that keeps looping back.
Stella: Why now?
Me: Summer is ending.
Stella: The trees are silent.
Me: Seasons change.
Stella: I don’t like change.
Me: Neither do I.
Stella: I’ll miss them.
Me: They’ll be back.
Stella: Sure as summer.
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The Cicadaes go faster than us and wait longer than us. We love them as they come and miss them as they go. Purrs, Quicksilver et al
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