It’s an absolutely lovely night outside. Humid, but a perfect temp, with the Big Dipper directly overhead, night sounds all around—it would be a great night to camp out, if my tent wasn’t in Oklahoma.

And yes, I heard more cicada sounds while I was out there with the beagle. The vanguard of Brood X is out there, staring at us from the branches with their glowing, evil red eyes.

It’s all so exciting.