Cicadas are everywhere! Prior to today, I’ve only noticed the little guys (and girls) while driving because you can’t help but notice each and every time they meet the windshield of your moving car and explode. The collisions between an unfortunate cicada and my Montero Sport are evident on my grill, windshield, and on the sides of my car (when they don’t quite make it around my moving vehicle during their flight and somehow catch the mirror, fender, or a window edge). The splat is accompanied by a firm tap heard from within the truck. For what it’s worth…I always apologize to the recently deceased insect. I mean..yeah.. I brake for butterflies when the opportunity presents itself…

While I was leaving Target, there was a very tall, muscular guy in front of me…He was slightly intimidating due to the shear strength in his arms..Huge bodybuilder guy..Anyway, you get the point…He was a very strong man seemingly fearless.. He was carrying two full bags in each hand as he walked to his car. Out of nowhere came a HUGE cicada, first slamming into his chest then attempting to land on his head. This guy was absolutely against being a “tree” for this little cicada, so much so, that he yelped at first, then screamed louder than a 11 year old girl at a Hannah Montana concert, dropped his loot and sprinted to his car..at which he jumped in and slammed the door. I stood there stunned and was silently making fun of that grown man that ran from a tiny harmless bug, when all of the sudden A CICADA FLEW INTO MY HEAD! It was at that moment I realized I had learned how NOT to react when feeling threatened by a malicious insect. I tightened my grip on my Target bags, didn’t scream, and sprinted to my car, slamming the door behind me…because you do not know if the cicada is still following you.