It started when we cut the trees. Bigger animals, i.e. bears, deer, squirrels, snakes, bats, rabbits, birds, mice, and such up and left. We never noticed before how much trees’ leaves shaded us from Sol, who seems to burn hotter every year. Their cooling umbrella now gone, and because electricity is rationed, we bake in our wooden boxes.
We didn’t realize that the insects would stay. They’ve become immune to our poisons and multiply exponentially with no predators. In daylight their chirps, hums, and buzzes saturate the air. At night, their deafening swarms blot out the moon.
This summer has been relentlessly hot. The insects are the worst I’ve ever seen, but curiously no mosquitoes! I’m battling tent caterpillars on one of my young oaks and they are voracious and vicious – one bit my leg and drew blood! Right now I hate bugs.
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