My mother told me about the cicadas coming (she called them locusts, though).
Sure enough, in mid-June this shrieking noise started. Dead locusts were everywhere.
The kid gang I hung with then went around, picked up the bodies, and put them in all the neighborhood mailboxes.
We thought that was a hilarious prank!
I’m on the Cape, and can’t hear a dang thing. High-freq hearing loss can be a blessing sometimes. Wish I could tune out the wife like this sometimes...
As a kid I used to catch them and tie a thread around their necks as kind of a leash. Fun to watch them fly but it you yank the leash too hard, the it’s really fun to watch them fly (for a short time...thud).