Well, it’s that time of seventeen years again - time for the Cicadas to crawl out of the ground en masse, buzz around for a few weeks in a frenzied orgy of gene propogation…and then suddenly drop dead.
Apparently the place to see and be seen on the Cicada dating scene is my youngish-and-still-vulnerable-to-pests Lilac tree. The Cicadas have flashmobbed it.
One little fellow we found on our picnic table this morning seemed a bit confused about the proper sequence of events. He looked like he was entering the “drop dead” phase, not technically due for for a couple more weeks. I guess he decided to propogate and stagger on home. Typical.
This is the second time I’ve seen the Cicadas up here on the mountain in the past ten years. Since they are supposed to only emerge from the ground every seventeen years (one heck of a gestation period), I was wondering how that could possibly be. Come to find out, there are actually twelve different “broods” of 17-year Cicadas in the eastern US. The different broods are on different 17-year cycles, so according to one article I read “it is possible to find Cicadas in almost any year by traveling to the appropriate location.”
Apparently we have at least two different broods lurking underground here at Rockwood. This sounds like another gift from our old friend Hell Mouth, who, you will remember, also gave us a Wampus Cat and a Stinkbug infestation. Lucky us.
Click the arrows on either side of the photo above to see Cicada party central, a Cicada burrow, and our little friend with the hangover.