I'm sad that I haven't seen any cicadas this year. Maybe they don't come to Delaware...

When I was still at my parents' house in early May, I had begun to notice evidence of cicadas: wings and shells on the driveway, that chiruppy buzzing sound they make... but here, nothing. I remember liking the cicadas 17 years ago when they came around... I would try to catch them in my firefly catcher, and when they ran stupidly into me or my brother, we would giggle and laugh. Their buggy red eyes always looked so forlorn to me. My mother even ordered a cicada encased in lucite that she still has. Cicada-mania has been going strong in Northern Virginia for the last few weeks.

Like so many other things that seem just a little out of place about Delaware, there are no cicadas here.