Originally published at: Please stop calling 911 about cicadas | Boing Boing
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In the Spring of 2004, I moved from Northern California to Kansas City. California does not have cicadas. Initially, I too thought I was hearing alarms going off.
Though it wasn’t until 2011 or so when I experienced a full on brood. It was annoying when they’d fly at me on the patio. Luckily, my cat knew exactly what to do with them! LOL
Right this very moment my neighborhood sounds a lot like this:
It’s crazy! And the sound shifts based on different concentrations and where the sun is shining between clouds.
My wife was taking a meeting out back and had to come back inside just now because the critters were landing on her head and crawling across her computer screen.
Best invasion ever!
I always compared it to being in the flight path of jets, especially that sensation when you open a door and get bombarded by a wall of sound.
Wait until they see the utter carnage at the end when their car crushes thousands of dead carcasses while driving down the road; much like the skulls scene in Terminator.
I grew up in Oklahoma and do not miss these critters one bit. Come to think of it, there isn’t really anything that miss about Oklahoma.
It sounds similar enough to me to phasers that I was wondering if Star Fleet war veterans would leave the planet every seventeen years to avoid PTSD.
I grew up in Kansas, and I do miss them. To me, it’s a comforting sound, sort of like a hug from my mom.
You have six legs don’t you?
Take those sounds and turn them up to somewhere around 80 or 100 decibels for like 6 to 8 hrs on end and that’s what it’s like.
Oh I am I also added some beats its like an EDM show now
With so many false calls about alarms it is likely that actual alarms will be ignored. This is a great opportunity for burglars.
That sounds like how I feel about the creek that runs through my backyard. It is so soothing. Enjoy your cicadas while they last
As bugs go, I find them cute and harmless. They buzz around like they’re drunk and when they knock into it’s like “Oh, man, sorry, dude,” in a bar, and then kind of buzz away. Those red eyes indicate a serious binge.
And I like to think of all the dead ones as just stoned to oblivion. Of course when there are trillions of dead ones it is a mess.
I love it! They came out just this past week in Louisville. I just took a walk in the park about a half hour ago and the trees are just a screamin! It’s deafening! First time seeing anything like this as I grew up too far North. Here’s one that hitchhiked on plant that I recently bought from a nursery:
Pennsylvania, in my case, and I feel exactly the same. It’s the sound of summer to me.
Only call 911 if they unite, transformer-style:
Those are awesome!
I can contribute at least five or six bushels of shells…