I pit cicadas

At that point I’d bet you’d make an interesting noise, too.

If I hadn’t seen anything remotely resembling something of the opposite sex for twelve or seventeen years, I might get a little noisy, too.

Cicadas are cool. When they get on people and scare them it seriously cracks me up. I once chased my mom all over the yard with a cicada. I was 25. (I know, I’m really a 10-year-old boy.) :stuck_out_tongue:

Are there no annual broods in some areas? I’ve been in Central Arkansas for a very long time and never seen a full brood, just annuals.

And I like the noise. :slight_smile:

How do you tell the annuals from the long-term root suckers?

I have been given to understand there are a hell of a lot of the long termers. The sound of their shit falling on the roof is like rain; the UFO like cloud described in another post; dogs eating them; not being able to walk outside without stepping on them.

I had my first experience with the 17 year cicadas a couple of years ago. Good lord, what a freak show. Those bastards quite literally drowned out the sound of lawn mower engines. They made my ears ring. They dive bombed the guy cutting tiles with an electric tile saw who was refurbishing our bathroom. You couldn’t have your car windows down unless you wanted to risk having the idiot bugs fly into the door frame, splattering your face with bug guts.

The cats enjoyed playing with them though.

What I wouldn’t give to have Austin back the way Big Spring was back then.

My sister was once awakened and then kept awake by a whippoorwill–she nearly went bonkers, because the dumb thing just would not SHUT UP!!!

She said that understood for the first time what Randy Travis meant when he sang that his love was deeper than the holler, and longer than the song of a whippoorwill.

But it’s a good thing she didn’t have a gun that morning! :slight_smile:

Yeah. Cicada sounds mean “summer” to me.

“Lefty Frizzell at the Ace of Clubs, Hoyt Nix at the Stampede, and neon lights on top of The Settles to announce that the itinerant hookers were in town” back then or “cocaine galore and four dollar tickets to see ZZ Top at the City Auditorium” back then?

As I said, I was seven.

Either one, as long as the population is about a tenth of what it is now.