First time we traveled to Texas when I was a young lad, and we heard cicadas, they were very close to us and I thought it was a vacuum cleaner.
Anyways, I had a dog that would watch from the back porch and when he saw one flying low across the back yard would run out and catch it out of mid air. The things would be flapping and croaking about until they were crushed mid-swallow. It was a gross but impressive feat to behold.
In quite a few areas the noise was so loud the watch informed me I was going to damage my hearing if I remained in the area.