I went through one of these in Ohio in the early 2000s. It was intense, there were huge dense clouds of cicadas flying around. It was extremely loud, and my windshield was a complete mess.
It really did feel like a biblical plague of locusts.
It really did feel like a biblical plague of locusts.
The noise when getting out and standing in that cloud was difficult to describe. It was so loud, all blended together and harmonized into this weird tone that you felt almost like a colored liquid. Completely surreal.
One of my favorite memories with my dad, looking back.
I'm not looking forward to this May. Not sure what to expect at home this time around (still in Nashville, but a different part of town)-- hopefully they're not too bad, but I suspect my noise-cancelling headphones will be getting a workout while they're out.
At least snow melts and evaporates, but dead bugs all over the streets?