I love these guys. They commiserate with you as your lifeforce slowly melts away while trimming trees in the oppressive heat. Their electric buzz softly singing you to sleep as the sun enevlopes you in her scalding embrace. When my life finally runs it’s course, I hope I’m lucky enough to have my nostrils filled with the sweet smell of palo verdes and my ears with the buzzing of cicadas.
Also, found my new favorite beverage. Decent non alcoholic beer until you factor in price, at which point it becomes a fantastic beer. $2.50 for a sixxer. All hail Penn’s Best. Tastes like a less wheaty PBR. A bit sweet, but no skunkiness, and it’s cheaper than water.