In a matter of days, they’re coming. I mean, they’re already here, they’re just sleeping. Or they’re not even alive, but they will be, and soon. Any day now. The earth is awakening. The temperature is rising. The broods are coming. One brood for you, one brood for me. It’s going to be memorable and terrible, the people in charge tell us. Don’t plant things! They say. Because they’re coming, and your new plants don’t stand a chance. The birds will feast and the trout will rise and the panfish with munch all while wishing they had bigger mouths. I’ve seen it before, the swarm. But I’m here to tell you I don’t believe in what happens next. Two broods at once? I can imagine it, but I’ve never experienced it. I’m probably not up for it, assuming it happens, but I’m here to tell you to stop worrying about it. Plant your plants. Plan your things. Imagine the brood, but don’t make it personal. My name is David Curry, and I’m a double brood cicada apocalypse denier.
