I opened my eyes blearily and, determining that this was not a dream, began to peer around my room, blinking in the sunlight.
I finally found the culprit. A large and vaguely scary-looking insect with long wings and a buzzer that wouldn’t quit. I let him go on for a bit until I realized that he wasn’t going to stop… and then I stopped him. With a shoe. Which I never do.
Karmically speaking, I thought to myself as I scraped the shoe into my lime green trash can, this is not a good way to start the day.
My housemates and I fired up the grill this evening for an obligatory Memorial Day veggie dog or two. I’d spent most of the day in bed, crying about nothing, but fresh air and bird songs made the world seem brighter than it had.
“Look up there,” said our neighbor, Evan, at one point. We looked but saw nothing.
And the longer I stared, the more the cloud began to form before my eyes. It was a thick, black cloud of flying insects, hovering over our heads like a storm cloud.
“That’ll be a feast for the bats,” someone said, and we wondered why the bats hadn’t come out yet. It was nearing nine o’clock and they were overdue. The insect cloud seemed to be growing.
We continued our own feast for awhile and then: “What’s that sound?” Shelly looked around, but no one else heard anything.
“Street sounds, maybe,” someone suggested.
“No, no, that isn’t a car,” she insisted. We listened harder. “It sounds like… insects.” And it did. It was a low buzz that seemed to grow louder with each passing moment.
“If this were a horror movie,” someone said, “a swarm of locusts would fly over the house right now and devour us.” We all laughed.
And then we looked around nervously.