Closer to the City, They'd try to Kill Them Off

There’s a massive bug hatch drifting around my neighborhood this morning. The morning sun streaks right down the middle of the street in front of my house and the bugs are lit up in gold.

The birds are going nuts and flying erratically, not knowing which way to go to suck down more bugs for breakfast.

This happens fairly often. Not quite sure where they’re coming from. I’m a couple of hundred feet from a heavily wooded ravine that has a creek and large, swampy flood plain.

I’m a few blocks from the river in a stretch that has an A rating for biodiversity.

They could be just coming out of the trees. Our dead end street is filled with them, especially old oaks. A couple of the oaks came down in the past few years. One by wind, one died standing. My neighbor started counting rings on one of the slices. He gave up at 200.

In the evening, sitting and watching the bug hatches by way of street lights is a form of entertainment.

We’re easily entertained.

Around here, the topic of spraying the streets to reduce the bug population never comes up. People will never win that battle here, so why even try.

The majority of the bugs are harmless and for the others, that’s why God created Deet.

Now and then a new comer to the neighborhood will start whining about the bugs, something must be done about the bugs.

We all nod, placate them with agreement we don’t mean.

When they walk away, we laugh.

They won’t be living around here very long.

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