Fireflies and Cicadas

It's a Cicada year here in Zancudo.  The night is alive with the buzzing sound of the males clicking and clacking away. They were so noisy last night I couldn't sleep for the longest time.  I read somewhere long ago that they only start singing when the temperature hits 72F at night but I couldn't find that factoid in my google search this morning.  Turns out cicadas have a 13 to 17 year cycle where they bury themselves and then pop out and mate like mad...some kind of evolutionary strategy I read.  All I know is they are loud.  

The fireflies, on the other hand, are magical.  They seem to pop up, light up, and disappear.

(Time out....the howler monkeys are across the road and yelling....and Emilio the drive-by green grocer just arrived). Fresh avocados and pineapple and and....

Well, it turns  out fireflies are a kind of beetle.  Had to read up on them.  And I learned their  bioluminescence originates from their organs and is used for courtship and mate selection.  Sex in the tropics is all around me.  

Meanwhile (if I may complain a bit) on my legs are the leftovers from mosquitos, black flies and noseeums feasting on me. I was doing great for just few bites but as we feasted on pescado and camarones at a local cantina on our way home from the botanical garden the other day we were being eaten alive. Great food but the take away on all our legs has been itchy and uncomfortable.  Small in the larger experience but distracting.  Bloodsuckers! 

And, so life goes on.  Yoga three times a week, Emilo the drive by grocer arrives two times a week, and then there is Daniel at the small store Tres Amigos, Patti and Brian upstairs who are welcoming and endlessly entertaining, Hugh and Barbra down  the road past Tres Amigos, walks at low tide, rum drinks at night.  Sweet times.