well, i don't hate em, though they have been ridiculously loud the past few years. but to me, the sound of cicadas at twilight has an almost comforting rhythm to it, as if mother nature were crooning a lullaby at the end of the day. couple that with an increase in fireflies these days and i'm back to an idyllic childhood memory...
I'm getting to know it again as an adult. We have these really pretty neon-green flashing fireflies here. The first one that I saw here had gotten into the apartment, and was waslking up the wall next to the computer. Apart from being a bug in the house, I didn't know what it was. I grabbed something to smack it with. It took flight, right over my head, and emitted a cheery *blink* as it passed over me- sparing it the fate of some bugs that get into the apartment. I picked it up when it landed and carried it outside.