Should my son one day decide to study entomology, it will be because of a deeply rooted need for revenge, after what happened today. Our part of Chicago was amazingly lacking in any cicadas, despite this being the year they come out, so we took a trip to a forest preserve a ways south. As we got off the highway, we could hear their buzzing over the noise of the car, the air conditioner, and the radio! I knew these bugs didn't sting or bite, but they are fairly big (about two inches long) and very loud. Jason was wary as he left the car, and wasn't as eager as other kids to go poke these creatures, but tolerated following me around so I could take some pictures. About ten yards down the trail however, he suffered an attack of extreme heebeegeebees--screaming and shaking uncontrolably. Being a father first and photographer second, I scooped him up and ran him back to the one place safe from the bugs: the scorching hot interior of the car. Thus ended our foray into nature.
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