THIS ISSUE
For me, one of the best things about summer is the insects. It’s also the worst thing. I dearly love the butterflies, dragonflies, hoverflies, damselflies and bees on our patch of planet Earth — like that beautiful creature opposite, which fluttered around our crepe myrtles last summer — but do we really need the midges and mozzies and March flies? Of course, there are also the critters we hear but don’t see so much: the singing cicadas and the chirping crickets. Are they lovestruck males serenading their prospective lady bugs? Or are they trying to send off carnivorous birds, or making calls of distress? Whatever the reason, their choruses are the soothing sounds of the Aussie summer, especially that wall of sound the cicadas create. Then there are the creepy-crawlies I neither…