There has been an
invasion. A huge invasion. It started innocently enough with just
some weird looking little creatures making some weird noise. Just a
regular bug. Then, suddenly, they were everywhere. Thousands of
them. They are still here now and have been for several weeks –
cicadas.
Trees are full of
them. Squirrels are feasting on all the cicadas; they literally have
to push them out of the way when they climb up and down the trunks of
the trees.
Ever since the
invasion started I have lost count of how many times I have heard
people scream “GO AWAY, CICADA!” when somebody opened the
door just to find that a cicada was trying to gain entry into their
house. Some people have become practical and have started eating the insects; that is what friends have told me at least. I have also seen it on social media but have concluded that I would rather miss out on this particular dish.
Not only are
these insects loud, they are pretty disgusting. They are not at all
dangerous for humans. They are just ugly, and I don't appreciate them
mistaking me for a tree and trying to land on me. They seem to have a
strange fascination with my backpack; whenever I carry it with me
outside in cicada-land, I can be sure that at least one cicada lands
on it and I have to gently (or not so gently) push it away upon
entering a building because I do not want to take a cicada inside, of
course.
I have been told
that these cicadas are part of the “17-year periodical cicadas”
meaning that every 17 years the cicadas come out, mate, lay eggs and
then die. After the offspring is born, they disappear into the
ground and don't reemerge until 17 years later. How they know that
the years are up, nobody knows. There are other cicadas that come out
every 13 or 7 years but from what I have heard these are not as
numerous and not nearly as loud. Lucky me that I get to experience
the most intense invasion of these little annoying animals.
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