It started innocently enough, the low hum of what sounded like a weed eater in the distance. Two days later they were impossible to miss, dead all over the road in some places, entirely absent in others. The low hum graduated into what could be the soundtrack for Armageddon minus the wailing (of course). The airport pales by comparison, even on Friday afternoon.About two months ago, there was a swarm of bees (for the first time in ten years) in my front yard. They drained sap from the many (cicada) holes in my maple tree. I was worried since it’s such a huge tree. It looked like it was bleeding into the grass for about four or five days. Now I wonder if the bees somehow played a part in getting all this started. Did they come along and tell the cicadas their thirteen years was up, that it was time to rise and shine? Did they open up the holes so the cicadas wouldn’t have to work so hard to lay their eggs? Did the holes left in the ground when these thousands of bugs emerged aerate the soil enough to let this rain flow straight to the roots? Will my tree to live another thirteen years because of that? Or will it die a slow painful death from this latest assault? So many questions, I’m not even sure Google can handle it.