"I’m getting tired of making insects that just hatch, eat, mate, and die."

"Well, what else are they supposed to do? Seems like you’ve hit all the major requirements there, evolution."

"I don’t know, something more interesting."

"Like what?"

"Like maybe hatch underground, putter around down there for 17 years, emerge in massive swarms that tear through the countryside and dive-bomb weddings and generally freak everyone the hell out for a while, and then eat, mate, and die.”

"Hm. ‘Interesting’ is one word for that."

"I can see it now. The 17-year cicadas: Just when you thought you could forget.”

"That’s ridiculous. You watch too many movies."

“BZZZ, motherf—ers! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.”