Cicada mating season makes even the worst Tinder dates look good | Celia Rivenbark

If some chipper soul greets me with “It’s a good day to have a good day!” I usually just punch ‘em in the throat and keep moving. Not today, Satan. Today is a good day because…we’re not cicadas.

Yes, the underground creatures we love to complain about (“so noisy!!”), whose sad husks we flick off tree bark with zero ceremony. Cicadas don’t inspire much of anything except a grudging appreciation for their lacy wings. Yep, that’s about it.