My father died in Cincinnati in 2004 and when I got out of the airport I couldn’t hear anything but those damn cicadas....I will never forget the sound......even though I GREW up there, you forget....every 17 years like clockwork.
again?? 17 years goes fast! I remember running out of my office building near Georgetown and trying to get to my bus. They were getting stuck in my hair. It was horrible! In the office building we were on a higher floor and they would just swarm and smack into the windows all day long. It was mesmerizing, like looking at a demonic snow globe.
I actually like the sound of them. It’s a nice soothing bed-time concert in the country!
I remember these from when I lived in MD.
We have a periodic cicada here in NM. It’s smaller and comes out every few years. Haven’t seen them for about 10 years, but we’ve been in a bad drought, and when digging I’ve come across dead ones. I think the ground is too hard and dry for them to get out.
I remember going to a seated outdoor event for about 300 in attendance during the last wave of cicadas, and you could hardly hear the speakers even with microphones.