Back on May 19, I spotted a few cicada shells — golden brown empty casings — scattered in my Huntingtown yard.
    On May 21, I saw my first teneral adult, emerging milky white from a matching cotton-like casing.
    Then, I saw a few adults — black in their new exoskeleton with eerie red, beady eyes — crawling around the patio.
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Like springtime, Luna moths represent rebirth and renewal.
    I usually see one or two early each spring, hanging around hubby’s bug zapper. Perhaps they’re drawn to the light’s blue glow. The zapper poses no threat to the Luna moths, which are too large to fit through the miniature cage.
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The goldfinches in my back yard are a real treat this year, borrowing their brilliant yellow from the Maryland flag our Preakness winner will wear.
    I’ve tried luring them with plastic, tube feeders in past years to no avail.
    This year, I hung two white, mesh feeders, or socks, filled with nyjer seed, and watched the bright birds flock to them.
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I’m claustrophobic and scared of heights, so unfamiliar and uncomfortable situations send my anxiety into a full-blown panic attack. Also, I’m easily distracted. Driving over a bridge, with traffic coming toward me, isn’t my idea of fun, even if I am heading to Ocean City for a getaway.
    So I was happy to hear of this week’s Bay Bridge safety enhancements.
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