As in Bible days, they swarm in millions from beneath the ground...
Every 17 years in woodland areas, immense Biblocal bugs swarm from out of the ground, climb the trees, buzzing like an ear ache gone wild. Clutching on to the tree bark their suction like little claws anchor them as they crawl out of their old lacy winged shells. They immerge for sex in colors of wet emerald or blue. Their goal journey is to mate and die.
The sound volume of one horny Cicada bug is equal to the decimal of a kitchen electric blender. In one acre of land, heavy with trees, there will be thousands and thousands of electric mixers all buzzing at the same time.
When I was little we picked their empty molted shells off of the tree bark and hung them on each others sweaters. Like a bug horror movie we ran, Cicada shells hanging and dangling all over us. Our friends screaming horror was our mission and made for great drama. What was not fun was the time one got caught in my hair, buzzing shrilly.
Dogs leap into the air chomping the flying Biblocal Cicadas for a crunchy delicious treat. Birds snatch them from air and ground. Outdoor activities are advised to go indoors. There is no stopping them once they come above ground. Thousands of cicadas at one time can drowned out conversation. It is reported a beautiful out door wedding, complete with an extravagant ice sculpture, saw their sculpture within minutes black with Cicadas and moving on its own.
In the Iowa and Illinois area where big old trees thrive, this will be the year the Cicadas pour out and rule a week or two.
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