I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
May 20, 2011
Last night, we all got home from the Y and heard a very loud rustling from underneath the mulch in our front yard planters. It sounded like an effect from some sort of sci-fi alien thriller.
It was, we soon discovered, the sound of thousands of cicadas, emerging from underground.
Hubs ran and grabbed a flashlight so that we could see for ourselves exactly what was happening. When he came back out, he shined the beam onto a tree in our front yard.
Its trunk was completely covered in cicadas, slowly climbing up into the tree’s branches. It was so gross, I had to video it.
Tomorrow is supposed to be C-Day here in Nashville. Cicada Day. Their numbers will peak, and if last night was any indication, it is wise for all of us to be very, very afraid.
It also is starting to seem like more than coincidence that tomorrow is the Day the World is Scheduled to End.
I’d say this cicada thing definitely qualifies as a plague.
Image via Stephen Drake/Flickr