Could be . . . they can be rather noisy, in great numbers.
I just got back from Provence, where the cicada seems to be the regional mascot, commercialized to death. You can even get battery-operated ones that mimic the sound, or little plush cicadas for kids. I brought back a nice ceramic “weed-holder” cicada for my kitchen.
My mom called them jar flies, for some reason. We don’t have dog day cicadas in our part of NE Ohio, but you don’t have to get very far south of here to be in their range. They make a very distinctive “WEEEEEE-oooo-WEEEEE-oooo-WEEEEE-oooo” sound.
My mom also said when we heard them, it was six weeks 'til the first frost. My sister and I called them the “back-to-school bugs,” because they definitely signaled the end of summer.
When I was a teenager the Dallas paper held a photo contest for readers with the theme “What summer means to me” - or something like that. I sent in a series of pictures I took of a cicada molting and won honorable mention.
Hey, that was a really cool gif! As a kid, we used to collect the abandoned shells and wear them on our clothes. Their feet would hook into the fabric and they’d just hang there, looking weird. (Okay, so I still do it from time to time, when no one’s around and I see a shell on a tree.)
The first time I saw one of those freaky buggers while visiting my parents in North Carolina I about screamed and woke everyone up! It was attatched to the window screen and I saw it when I looked up after sitting on the toilet, thank goodness I was sitting down!
Eeek! I hear the damn things constantly but I’ve never seen one. They’re HUGE and ugly. They’re common in this area, apparently, and I am dreading the return of the 17-year bugs that I’m told is going to happen soon.