As I sat outside my office last night, eating my Subway sandwich under the imposing facade of the Boston Lying-In Hospital, I noticed a bug. It was maybe as large as a quarter, and crawling quickly on spindly legs. It was a bit too small to be a cockroach, I think, but definitely had the general shape of a beetle.
A few moments later I saw another, and as I stood up and looked around, I realized there were dozens of them one every meter or two across the entire patio. Their sheer abundance made me wonder if they were Cicadas, but they made no noise and I saw no wings.
I’m still not sure what I saw there, in the dark. I doubt they’ll be in evidence tomorrow morning. I’m glad I haven’t seen any inside the building.