In Flossmoor, the Cicadas are everywhere. The noise is deafening during the day. It's quieter in the brewhouse than it is outside. They are fighting their way into the brewhouse, they are fighting their way into the mash tun, they are fighting their way into the kettle.
When patrons come into the restaurant the hostess has to have them turn around to make sure there aren't any hitchhiking their way to the tables.
I'm not sure what we are going to do about this. Their are seagulls that have invaded Flossmoor too to eat the cicadas. And seagulls poop, a lot.
It's bad people.
I think the marmosets are coming next....
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