After Hurricane Irma, the electricity was out for way too long here in Florida. I acknowledge that we Floridians had it way better than many of the islands to our east, but we were still really hot and sticky.
Cicadas Make Me Sweat
We all had plenty to do, what with nearly every tree tossing their limbs willy-nilly. Everyone in the immediate area was outside working, myself included.
With no electricity comes no TV, no music, no Internet (even for some cell phones!). It was quiet. So, so quiet.
But as the sun moved past its zenith, the whirring began in earnest. It was the cicadas. The cicadas were noisy! Did you know their chirping speed is dependent on the temperature? There are actual formulas to calculate the temperature based on how fast they chirp. And, another fun fact, it is only the males that do the chirping. Noisy boys!
Hearing their song rise with the heat, I became aware of my sweat dripping everywhere.
- On my forehead
- On my upper lip
- Under my boobs
- Down my back
- Under my armpits
- In my panties (including my butt crack!)
- Between my thighs
- Behind my knees
- Inside my work boots
So, I know what you all want… even need… my sweat. In your mouth. While I know, I cannot go into detail here. Just know I know.
Now, on the phone? All those limitations are off! Let’s talk all about my sweaty panties, my sweaty underboobs, my armpits.
See? I do know what you want.
Ms Daphne, South Florida was hit really hard. Glad to know you are safe. It’s true, without the niceties of electricity we become woefully aware of our dependency on it! Namely the air conditioning! 🙂 You are not kidding, regarding the sweating we’ve been doing! It is a fetishist dream come true!
I was without power for a while as well for a bit, and here the night of the hurricane, as the most dangerous of winds were past, it was time to take the pup out to relieve himself. Such a good boy, almost 12 hours! So late in the evening, we ventured out of the house, flashlight in hand and for us it was the frogs! The frogs had come out and the mating calls were thunderous in our ears! Now the berms are filled with tadpoles, racing mother nature in the fight for survival!
Okay, frogs… FROGS! Ugh!
My house is sealed like a tomb, but somehow the frogs are getting in. HOW? WHERE?! I do not understand.
My mama had my puppies and they piddled in the house a couple of times… she said she didn’t care at all. They had to be held the whole time, too. Poor things are so scared of storms.
I am so glad you are safe, too, Ms. Erika. Loving hugs coming your way.