Belate

Apparently, July has arrived, and only a month or two late. The cicadas have been doing their thing now that the contemptibly massive contemptible masses of freshmen have arrived here on campus. I saw one of their exoskeletons today, abandoned, hanging by the hookhands on an ash. A cicada's, not a frosh's. I would happily switch the two species' mating seasons, to hear the drunken WOOOOOS! only during the dog days, and the others' soothing buzzes, clicks, & whistles for the rest of the year. The only thing to do now is wait for natural selection to take its toll. What reckless drivers don't cull from the hordes, alcohol poisoning, STDs, and harrowing two-page term papers will. Harrowing.