I lived in Maryland (DC/Baltimore area) in 2004 or 2003 (I think) when the cicadas came there. It was apocalyptic at times. I had to stand on a white roof at the Anna Rundle Mills Mall checking a roof leak in the midst of what seemed like a storm of cicadas. I thought I was in a sci-fi movie. They were in my hair, down my shirt. I finally had enough and gave into my inner wuss. Got on the radio and called it off.
BTW - Dogs love cicadas. It's like ice cream raining from the heavens. No harm until they eat 10 pounds of them. I have pictures of dog puke with bug parts and some bugs still with moving legs.
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BTW - Dogs love cicadas. It’s like ice cream raining from the heavens. No harm until they eat 10 pounds of them. I have pictures of dog puke with bug parts and some bugs still with moving legs.
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Ha! You’re right. ....Had a little mutt terrier about 15 lbs. in size. Had a tall and spreading mesquite tree in backyard. Cicadas came out in mid-1970s here. After work and changing clothes, I’d grab my BB-gun and that dog was trying to open the patio glass door!
With a cold brew at hand, I’d shoot the little beasties out of the upper branches of the tree and the mutt would be watching intently. When I hit one he would often catch it before it hit the ground. ...It was one of his favorite times (and mine).