We live in Mayberry. Not really, but almost. Our town pulls out all the stops for the annual 4th of July parade, and everybody turns out for it. Literally, 70,000 of us.
As much of the Chicago area has experienced by now, the cicadas have inundated us for the past couple of weeks. Their crunchy, brown little bodies litter our yards, their beady red eyes stare down at us from the heights of the trees, and the endless BUZZZZZZZ sound of them laughing, mating, and doing whatever cicadas DO is never ending.
That is why I thought this particular float was hilarious, gigantic speakers produced their trademark continual buzz, and 12 people danced in front in cicada costumes, with legs protruding from their bellies.
I love Mayberry.