When my son picked me and Tommy up at the airport upon our return from New Mexico, he told us that someone’s house alarm had been going off all day. It was nearly midnight when we got home and all was quiet outside. Oh well, he said they must have finally come home and shut it off. The next morning Tommy awoke before me to let Thor outside and came to tell me that I needed to call the Sheriff’s office because the alarm was going off again. Something was obviously wrong!
I got up and went outside to investigate. I instantly recognized this sound from a number of years ago and had to laugh out loud that both my husband and son thought this was a distant house alarm. Nope, this was the annoying sound of cicadas, those curious creatures that live most of their lives underground, and that’s the best place for them!
I had read several weeks before that they were supposed to be bad this year. No Kidding! They hum and buzz all day long from sun up to sunset, male cicadas looking for a mate. They are in all of my trees and bushes, and even invading my plants on my front porch. I try to shake them off, but they return. The plot of land I used to call my yard has now been conquered by these cunning creatures; I waved the white flag and surrendered. I walk through my former yard and they launch into flight in front of my face obviously startled by the intrusion. I sweep their empty shells from my front porch daily knowing that there will be more tomorrow. Yes, they are everywhere. I suppose I should be happy they quiet down after dark.
Then I started asking friends at work if they were bothered by the sound of cicadas, only to be met with puzzled looks from them. It seems as though nobody else I know is hearing the chorus of mating calls at their houses. And do you know why? It’s because they are ALL at my house!
Tommy and I went to my uncle’s vacation house in Jefferson over the weekend where it was wonderfully peaceful and quiet, only to return home to find the sound of cicadas even louder than when we left. Now we can actually hear them inside with our doors and windows closed.
Soon they will head back to their little burrows underground, the property around our house will be returned to its rightful owners, and the peace and quiet will return to our neck of the woods. I’m just thankful that they’re not out every year.
For those of you who have never seen one, this is a cicada. I decided if they weren't going to leave, I'd at least take some pictures of them.
An empty cicada shell.
Hope you all have a wonderful (and peaceful and quiet) week.