There is little kind that one can say about an over ambitious katydid in the middle of the night, somewhere in, on, near, the window of one’s room. Especially one sounding exactly like a fire alarm. At 3 am.

Now it was a nice cool, foggy night and the insects were in full song with enthusiasm, which I can understand. But I could have cheerfully removed that particular insect.  As it was the score was Katydid: One, Me: Zero. I went and found a different place to sleep!

Still, it is definitely nearing summer’s close; because the crickets and such are louder than ever. Not sure where the summer went, but it goes as it always does.