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  1. Usernames! (ᵔᴥᵔ) says

    If there was a way to use a flamethrower in the woods and kill nothing but cicadas… I would be the first in line.

  2. carlie says

    Heard the first ones yesterday, in fact. Not many in the northeast, but as someone who grew up in the midwest, they are the sound of summer to me. Love it.

  3. sytec says

    Carlie @2: Same here in Texas… sound reminds me of summer and childhood (when we used to collect the molts). Awesome sound.

  4. Nerd of Redhead, Dances OM Trolls says

    I haven’t had a problem this summer with cicadas. Now, this creature has been a problem, about every third night.

  5. stewartt1982 says

    I’m in Japan now, and a Japanese summer without the cicadas sound would be somehow improper.

  6. says

    I have a baby skunk who has been stalking my yard the last couple weeks, digging up and eating the japanese beetle and cicada grubs. One man’s annoyance is another skunk’s windfall, I suppose. Sometimes I cheer him on.

  7. greg hilliard says

    I’ve been hearing those — or crickets — 24/7 since November 2012. Such is life with tinnitus. Funny thing is I heard some cicadas over my inner-ear cicadas this past Saturday.

  8. microraptor says

    I don’t recall ever seeing cicadas around where I live. Are they native to western Oregon at all?

    I do recall finding them in my grandmother’s back yard just outside of Philadelphia when I was a kid.

  9. A. Noyd says

    stewartt1982 (#6)


    I’m in Japan now, and a Japanese summer without the cicadas sound would be somehow improper.

    All the same, the クマゼミ are more than welcome to stay the fuck out of my back yard.

  10. Menyambal says

    I heard one yesterday, the first in a long time. I liked it. It sounded proud and happy and summery. But, ask again in a few weeks.

  11. moarscienceplz says

    From the link:

    Walter Koenig, researcher at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, supports the true decline hypothesis…

    I wondered where Ensign Chekov had gone.

  12. says

    I’m with carlie and sytec. Childhood summers. Jumping fences. A jar of fire flies. Running loose in the neighborhood, but be sure to come home when the street lights come on. Sitting on the back porch in my pajamas. I get all this from that sound.