Some time ago, one of those 17-year cycles ago, when I was spending time in Washington, DC (reminder: a southern city), I encountered cicadas. I was ever so unhappy about it. I found them awful, frightening, disgusting. Yet they were, as far as our persons were concerned, harmless.
And now, take a look at the murder hornet. Up there, at the link.
I don’t know why that guy who’s sporting it on his jacket is smiling. I wouldn’t be smiling. I’d be screaming.
P.S. Yesterday, today…scare stories. What is happening to me?