Presence

Say what you will about the cicadas, but these fellas have an uncanny flare for the dramatic; since about a week ago, little holes in the ground appeared all over our backyard, no doubt from the newly-hatched Brood X larvae, hungry for human flesh. They're heeeere, but they're waiting for just the right moment to reveal themselves and smother our summer in their incessant chirping.

I remember this from the last round; playing outside at recess, we naively thought the fields had simply been aerated. Little did we suspect that our very lives were about to change...FOREVER.