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||Year of the Locust...
The Year of the Locust
has been the year of the cicada in Tennessee and other parts of the South.
Cicadas have invaded us like - well, like a plague of locusts from the Bible.
Cicadas are sometimes called locusts, although, as I understand it, a true
locust is more like a grasshopper.
These little buggers are not grasshoppers, but they do come in cycles. Our
particular locusts are the 13 year cicadas. There are also 17 year cicadas and
in Tennessee we have both. How lucky can you be?
We were told that they would come out this year. At first we didn't pay much
attention. "I remember last time," said one friend, "and they
were terrible. This year there are only a few."?
So much for that, we thought, but it was early. They were still underground and
most had not yet immerged to put on their noisy spectacular.
How can I describe what they look like? To me they resemble a giant roach with
the wings of a moth. But the prominent bug eyes that are bright orange are the
worse part. They are without a doubt one of nature's ugliest creations.
At first I noticed only a few dead ones lying on the sidewalk. Well, they were
dead, nothing to worry about there. They are not going to be nearly as bad as
last time, I thought.
And I was right, they were not as bad as before -- they were worse. As the
weather grew hotter, more of them began to emerge from their holes. They were
looking for two things - food and sex. What can you expect? It's been 13 years.
They were everywhere. Their cricket-like calls filled the air as they sang their
mating song. There were so many that the songs joined together in chorus and
became a deafening drone. The hotter the day, the louder the song. They became
so loud at the peak of the season that you could hear them inside with the doors
and windows closed.
They claimed residence in the trees. Leaves were alive with the crawling bugs,
which meant you needed to stay away from trees. I found this out the hard way
when I walked too close to a low hanging limb and was buzzed by dozens of the
They are suppose to be harmless to people. They do not sting or bite and
supposedly do not carry any sort of disease. Still, who wants to be harassed by
Actually, I heard that they are crustaceans, which means they are of the same
family as shrimp or lobsters. That's all I need, flying shrimp. Personally, I
like my shrimp in the water until time to go to the restaurant.
Yes, a few crazy people actually cooked and ate them - more for the publicity
than anything else, I think. They may eat bugs in Africa or China, but I'll pass
on that delicacy, thank you.
The air became thick with swarms of insects crashing into windshields. The
Interstate was cicada alley. The side of the road was littered with cicada
bodied, victims of previous accidents.
It was impossible to keep them outside. Cicadas get inside your car and wreak
havoc while you are driving.
I screamed the first time I saw one on my kitchen floor. Soon it became the
norm. You simply swat them with a fly swatter and sweep them up. They even came
down the chimney.
They seem to attack you outside. I don't know if it is deliberate or if they
just don't watch where they are flying. One day a large bug dive-bombed right
into my face.
Just when you think you can't stand it any longer, the season is over. The
amorous bugs have had their fun and each female will lay about 500 eggs. Next
time could be worse.
Bigger and better plagues may be coming soon. In the meantime, I can say,
"I survived the cicadas of 2011."
Copyright 2011 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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