My plane descends into O'Hare.

I look outside and see enormous, nasty looking bugs and wonder if the plane hit a nest or something. These things are big and gross. There is a dead one on the jet bridge. Some of them come out on the luggage conveyor belt. So gross.

Cicadas. Once every 17 years in Illinois for a few weeks in the summer.

Why the time when I am here?

Welcome to Illinois, Jamie