They're BAAACK

Every summer our lovely friends the cicada killers return.

That would be if. . .

lovely = heinous

and. . .

friends = huge menacing thugs

They nest under our front stairs outside. Blechk. If you've never encountered one, consider yourself lucky. We fight them hard with boiling water poured down their burrow holes, and can after can of wasp killer. But they're TOUGH to kill, even a direct hit doesn't always take one down. We target the females even more, they're the ones that capture the cicadas and take them back to the hive. We swipe their dead cicada carcasses they leave lying by their burrow holes as they kill more. Seriously, blechk.

Yet they always return the next summer. Though we can tell their numbers are reduced because their buzzing reign over our front flower beds (which don't contain flowers but what do they care, they EAT cicadas) seems to end earlier every year.

Let the war begin.