What global warming? For the first time this summer in St. Louis, I heard the evening cry of the cicadas. And it’s July 5. Usually, you can count on their squaking by mid-June. I heard them in Florence, Alabama two weeks ago, but they always start sooner the further south you go.
UPDATE 7/6: And where are the cicadas tonight? It got hot and humid all of a sudden, and the late evening was upper 80s in temperature and lower 70s in dew point, or what etymologists call cicada heaven. Didn’t hear a one. There’s something amiss here.
