It’s seriously reached the point of infestation. Swarming. Taking over.
The sound alone could be enough to drive someone to drink, but the dive-bombing that has commenced has nearly put me over the edge.
Yes, yes, I know…they’re only here to mate, they don’t bite/sting humans, etc. But I would really like for them to go get it on somewhere other than my yard/neighborhood/suburb, because I don’t know how much longer I can take it.
I’ve now TWICE had them stuck (and I mean stuck) in my hair. I’ve had one sneak up on me (inside church, no less) and land on my shoulder, unnoticed until it made it’s screeching mating sound. Go to any parking lot in the area, and you’ll see people darting to get away from them, running into stores, doing a now-all-too-familiar dance to get them off their bodies.
Luke unknowingly brought one into the van on the back of his shirt after church today (our church has a serious, Biblical-like plague infestation going on). Bennett noticed it and told him, and we quickly shooed Luke out of the van to get it off of him.
Jack Henry doesn’t even want to go outside, let alone play outside.
I don’t want to go outside to water my (growing prolifically!) garden on the deck.
They crunch when you step on them.
They leave their shells all over creation.
They fly straight into your car and windshield with a loud thump.
Please, God, let it end.