My boys are in heaven . . . their favorite little beady-eyed bugs are back. Last weekend we started seeing them all over shedding their shells. This weekend I’m starting to hear their loud chirping outside. The cicadas are back in full swing. Even Owen loves to find them and pick them up. The big boys have been filling dump trucks with them. I’m not a memeber of the cicada fan club, but I do tolerate them pretty well. Just don’t ask me to hold one.