#hotbugsummer

3 June 2021: My version of #hotgirlsummer? Being downright irresistible to cicadas, attracted by not only the hum of the mower and trimmer, but also almost certainly by my amazing lawn-care dance moves. Hard to blame them. Swiping them away gently yet firmly, like bizarro version of Tinder (or so I’ve been told). They don’t bite or anything, so it’s no big deal. I ain’t a hater. Brood X: it’s not you, it’s me. But somewhere out there—like, literally right over there, on my other shoulder—you might find your Mr./Mrs. Right. Good luck.