So just at or just past sunset (9.00 or so in these parts) is when we go walking.
Which has been fine until lately.
Just lately, and I can't say why -- maybe it's attached to the drought? -- all the cicadas have taken to dropping out of the trees. While this is sad for the cicadas, who struggle around and die on the pavement and roads and among the dry stubble of dead grass in people's lawn, it is worse for me and the kid, because when we're out walking at night, giant cicadas keep landing on us.
I don't know if you have ever seen a cicada up close. Here's a picture of one on Wikipedia.
Our are bigger, and MUCH UGLIER.
Especially when they land on you. And yell at you.
The kid thought it was funny when it was me it happened to. Because I made a sound like this: "AAAAGH!"
But then it happened to her.
Not so funny now, huh?
Enough to put you off exercise, I swear.