I went to my cousin's wedding on Saturday. Pretty, smart white girl marries handsome, smart white guy. Lots of nervous handwringing and pretentious display. Y'know, standard stuff. The dinner was good, but not worth what they paid. I talked to my brother about it, and we've decided that his wedding will involve ninjas, motorcycles, and the bride crashing in through the skylight. While on fire.
Another sign of summer is that the insects have arrived. Erickson tells me that cicadas have invaded Chicagoland. It's not hot enough here, yet, but I'm sure they'll be out in full shrill force soon enough.
As I drove home from the wedding, I looked out over the fields to see swarms of lightning bugs (or fireflies, as you may call them) blinking. I guess that's not a sight you see many places, and for me, it's one of the coolest sights of the summer.
The clincher, though, is the June bugs. Huge nocturnal flying beetles attracted to any light they find (like my laptop screen). I'm sure you're asking, "How do huge nocturnal flying beetles get into the house?" This house is as good at keeping insects out as it is at keeping heat in. (i.e. not at all) These things are big, annoying, and creepy. My brother puts it best, "I draw the line when you can hear their footsteps."
With that, here's something completely different.