Arts as Astra

We recently assigned the chores of taking out garbage and recycling to the kids, since they wanted a raise in their allowances. Last week, Son the Younger came back in claiming that there was a rattlesnake outside. Given the cacophony of sounds of Washington area summer nights, hot and heavy with insects and amphibians desperately seeking mates, we assured him that he must have heard some kind of cicada or some such, not a rattlesnake.

( That's not a cicada! )