They’re coming. The descent of the 17-year cicada is upon us. I could just cry.
We lived in North Carolina all of 47 minutes before the middle child spotted a cicada carcass in our new backyard and completely lost his mind. Absolutely terrified. Combine this news with his bee phobia and I’m pretty sure he’ll never go outside again.
For a more in-depth description of the entomological phenomenon that just might make your skin crawl, you can go here.
Let me break this down for you, in case you’ve never experienced this particular song of the South. Love is in the air, so to speak, and the adult males do what they do best…hang out and scratch their tummies. Meanwhile, it drives the ladies wild and they clack their wings.
I’m not making this up.
This is a family friendly blog, but lets just say it isn’t long before there’s eggs hatching and about a bazillion nymphs fall on the ground, burrow into the dirt and start the 17-year cycle all over again.
So watch out. Proceed with caution when mowing that lawn, my East coast friends. Apparently, the ladies can’t always distinguish if those vibrations are coming from a mower or a particularly robust cicada. For real.
Read more: http://fox43.com/2013/05/06/theyre-baaack-cicadas-emerge-after-17-years/#ixzz2SX4VNVKS
Consider yourselves warned. The good news is, an infestation of this magnitude won’t happen again until 2030. Great.
I’ll just be over here, hiding out keeping the middle child occupied.
