The eastern half of the United States is about to be infested by the 17 year locust explosion. Home town boy William S. Burroughs, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_S._Burroughs, has other bugs to worry about, possibly from all those things he self-injected. At least he is protected from substances in the air.
His bust is in the Central West End, across the street from that of a much better behaved but no less revolutionary native writer. T. S. Elliott.