It is interesting how the mind flashes back in time. Today, it hit me that I remember the time when the only t-shirts worn were by men, white, and under a shirt. Now, in almost every picture we see, someone is advertising via their t-shirt for someone, somewhere, or something.
Speaking of flashback in time. Growing up, I spent a lot of time on Nassau Street at my grandparent's (Hugh & Lucy May Etter) home. One vivid memory I have is of the Cicada.
Cicada adults live above ground for four to six weeks, and the only thing that interests them is mating and laying eggs. The female will lay fertilized eggs in slits cut with her ovipositor on small live twigs. She can lay about 400 eggs over 40 or so sites. It takes about six weeks for the eggs to hatch and the nymphs to emerge. Once the nymphs emerge they fall from the tree to the ground. They dig down sometimes up to 18 inches and feed for one to 13-17 years (varying by species) on root juices. When the time is right and the ground warms they come out.
I remember the sound they make. It is a hum, rattle, whistle, shake of a bell-less tambourine. We would listen to see if we could find them. We would try and catch them by gently grabbing their wings. They would let us if we were quick enough. Then, we would let them go. I remember the hard and crunchy shell that they would leave from hatching.
Most summers the sound of the Cicadas was somewhat annoying because we had so many. One would make noise, then another, and on it would go from one to the other all day, from light to dark.
Then, it seemed that we no longer were seeing, or hearing, them here. I do not ever remember seeing a dried Cicada shell at our home and we have lived here over 20 years. Until today.
I think a Cicada will be nice addition.
Fresh Find: Fun perpetual tape.