I was driving through Decatur on my way into work the other morning and I kept hearing this strange noise coming from my car.

GREAT.

The bucks are tight in zee Hoopla household right now & I do NOT want to fork out some $500 freaking dollars to replace some tube or hose or wires in my car that I don't even know how to pronounce...

So I turned the radio off to try & hear the sound more clearly.

At first I thought maybe it was my air conditioner? Even though it was first thing in the morning it was already hot as hell & my air had been running since I cranked the car. So I cut the AC off.

NOPE!

I was still hearing it.

Then I thought - well maybe it's some kind of brake line thing? So I roll my windows down & drive au naturale for a while. Somehow I determined it was not MY car making the noise but I hadn't been rollin' next to the same car for HOW MANY MILES NOW had I?

NOPE!

While sitting at a red light I realized IT WAS THE DAMN CICADAS! It was some kind of pseudo-Hitchcockian thing going on all around me for at LEAST a couple of miles!

THEY'RE TAKING OVER!

Anyway - I've really been wanting to use the word "Hitchcockian" on Tribe for a while now...

SO THANKS ATLANTA CICADAS!