I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges…
Miss Sweetie: They buzzed me! Did you see them? They buzzed me! Like I am a landing spot for big, round bugs! Gross!
Stella: What buzzed you?
Me: You know. The locusts. They are swarming. You’ve seen them the past few days.
Stella: Oh, them. They leave me alone. Probably because they know that I am the queen.
Me: No doubt.
Tiger: Lady Human, what is their problem? They’ve been around all during the hot season, but now they are everywhere.
Doodlebug: And they are singing from the trees so loudly I can’t hear myself bark.
Me: They are loud, but even that is hard to believe.
Wiggles: May I eat them when they fly by?
Me: I wouldn’t recommend it. Though it is really funny to see a cat grab one and it starts buzzing in its mouth and the cat doesn’t know whether to let it go or hold on…
Stella: Lady Human.
Stella: We are not interested in what cats do. We are bulldogs. Why are these locusts swarming us now?
Me: It is their last hurrah of the summer. They are hatching out from where they were laid as eggs 14 or even 17 years ago, they are mating, they are laying their eggs, and then they will die.
Stella: The last hurrah of summer. The last hurrah of the locusts. Okay. I don’t blame them so much then. Is summer almost over?
Me: We have about another month – technically.
Stella: Technically? A human word meaning…?
Me: Officially, one month from today, but summer sometimes has a mind of its own around here.
Stella: But all the locusts will be gone by then.
Me: Yes, their season will have passed. Their purpose will have been fulfilled.
Stella: Well then.
Me: Yes. Well.
Stella: Hurrah for them!
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