Last night, about 10:00: Thump. It wasn't very loud but the source was quite definite: someone had thumped the porch window of the Computing Center here at Roseholme Cottage. Thump. There it went again.
Well, Tam was expecting a pizza and I took out the doorbell for the house-painting.... I opened the curtains and looked out. Nothing and nobody any closer than a family across the way, folding up the bouncy castle from their daughter's birthday.
I'd no sooner sat back down than: Thump. This is getting annoying! I ignored it, and the next two, then three in a row -- I had to look.
An enormous cicada was buzzing the porch light, like a demented blimp. Every few orbits (or so), it would blunder into the window, with a good solid Thump.
Made my way through the house to the front door, opened it -- not a sign. So I went out and looked for it. Found it huddled on the porch floor behind Tam's little side table; when I moved the table, the cicada buzzed up, startled, with a loud, "eeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeEEP!" Way bigger than my thumb and shiny as a new penny.
I left it to whatever it was about. Thump.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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