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The Cicadas Are Coming!


The cicadas, often called 17-year locusts, are coming to Washington. They came out when I was a kid in the early ’70s in Chicago — billions of them on every surface, their buzzing impossible to escape. Being an 11-year-old boy, I squashed enormous numbers of them — as well as burned, drowned, fed to my dogs, and fried with a magnifying glass. Though I’m no animal-rights kook, I grew to regret this orgy of senseless killing and wince when I think of it.


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