Cicada Husks

 



The emergence of the cicadas is pretty much over.  They say they live for 2-4 weeks, so there are still yet many of them yelling loudly every day.  There are also still husks hanging around.  This one was on Gary's aunts little front yard fence.  I don't know how it managed to get up there, crawling on the wire like that.  They are the clumsiest things when they emerge from the ground.  On occasion I'd find one that had fallen into the dog's water in her kennel.  But they are determined. 

We didn't have that many here around the immediate vicinity of the house.  I have wondered if it has anything to do with the fact that the trees here around the house keep dying or getting blown down.  Ellen says that down by the river where she works cleaning cabins the cicada husks were so thick that they crunched underfoot.  Maybe they prefer being close to a water source?  

There also have been reports of them attacking people who are mowing their lawns.  Since we do not have many of the cicadas here around the house, we haven't experienced that, but I've read online where many people have.  I also read that it's because the sound of the mower is the same frequency as their mating calls, so they "attack" the mower.  Haha...  That would be a hybrid creature to be feared.

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