My neighborhood has been overrun by cicadas. They’ve been quite entertaining. Here’s one quick cicada story: When they first started popping up, I left a portion of my yard unmowed to give them time to find the tree and do their cicada thing. I figured three weeks was enough time and I mowed my cicada sanctuary. A few cicadas tried to get me to stop the genocide by flying in my face and landing on my neck and arms. I was unphased.
I scanned the wings of a deceased cicada on my front porch (shown above).