Welcome to Cicada-ville

Another life in DC post:

As I was walking up the hill to work today, I thought I discerned the sound of Cheney-man's motorcade leaving his fortress. It seemed as if the sirens were getting closer and closer as I ascended the hill. But after a few seconds and the sirens did not pass, I realized that it was the terrifying sound of cicadas mating all around me. It is an elusive sound, which fades in and out and never seems too far from you at any moment. During the past few days, they've seemed to get bigger and more bottom-heavy with a big spiral-shaped posterior. At lunch, they dive-bombed my plate of taco salad.

Although I'm glad that Dick Cheney's motorcade isn't going after me, the eerie sound of cicadas mating continues to ring in my ears.