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Cicadas + Math = Horror
I have a number of issues that bug me but numbers and bugs top the list, especially now during the great Northern Illinois Cicada Invasion. It happens every seventeen years; millions and millions of red-eyed cocktail weenies with wings come crawling out of their underground bunkers for a month-long freakfest before dying. It’s a plague upon the land unless you happen to be a bird or a chipmunk or a dog. They find cicadas tasty. I find them disgusting. But they will soon be gone, not to return until…well, you do the math. I can’t. Seriously. |
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