I remember them well when I was a child. I think we had about four or five different “swarms”. When they came out it was high pitched pandemonium. I read last week they are a good source of protein.
They even have a cool scientific name for the genus – Magicicada.This year we get Brood II, well, some of you do. There’s a range map in this link. They go as far south as North Carolina.
This one really had me laughing out loud! Love the one perched on the guys head, with the other one looking at the hot dog like ‘is it about done yet?’!
Here in Northern Virginia we have a ton of these squalling critters coming out. Sounds worse than a Huey chopper landing when I go outside.
Lived here since 1975 and we get them nearly every year it seems.
Our very big GSD likes to eat them just like all of her canine predecessors.
Not in my food chain but have read that you can cook the darn things and eat, YUK, them.
I ate a lot of stuff I didn’t like in my olden days in the Army, but then at least I could trade my C-Ration canned ham and eggs for canned bread. With a little Tabasco, supplied by the way, by the Tabasco company at no charge, as far as I know, you could make many unknown things palatable.
Even the jungle monkeys wouldn’t eat the hard so called power bars.
My old scout dog loved the canned ham and eggs and would lick the can clean. Smelled like Alpo to me and must have smelled the same to Ruger the wonder dog. I miss him forty some years later.
Never had cicadas land on me or food out doors. They stick to the trees and do their symphony. These must be southern cicadas. Are they really that bothersome down there?
’Course, where I live is Eastern Kansas. Not as many trees, I guess.
I’m from Alabama, and currently live in middle Georgia. In most summers, when one steps outside, one can’t help but hear the cicadas. And in other summers that din can reach decibel levels that can drive one mad. It seems to never end.
pawpawbear almost 11 years ago
I remember them well when I was a child. I think we had about four or five different “swarms”. When they came out it was high pitched pandemonium. I read last week they are a good source of protein.
alviebird almost 11 years ago
Oooh, …the dark, red-eyed ones.
Ida No almost 11 years ago
Relax, they brought their own beer and sauce.
rmacprivate almost 11 years ago
I hope that’s Mical cooking those dogs.
Larry Miller Premium Member almost 11 years ago
They even have a cool scientific name for the genus – Magicicada.This year we get Brood II, well, some of you do. There’s a range map in this link. They go as far south as North Carolina.
AStarofDestiny almost 11 years ago
This one really had me laughing out loud! Love the one perched on the guys head, with the other one looking at the hot dog like ‘is it about done yet?’!
waykirk almost 11 years ago
Here in Northern Virginia we have a ton of these squalling critters coming out. Sounds worse than a Huey chopper landing when I go outside.
Lived here since 1975 and we get them nearly every year it seems.
Our very big GSD likes to eat them just like all of her canine predecessors.
Not in my food chain but have read that you can cook the darn things and eat, YUK, them.
I ate a lot of stuff I didn’t like in my olden days in the Army, but then at least I could trade my C-Ration canned ham and eggs for canned bread. With a little Tabasco, supplied by the way, by the Tabasco company at no charge, as far as I know, you could make many unknown things palatable.
Even the jungle monkeys wouldn’t eat the hard so called power bars.
My old scout dog loved the canned ham and eggs and would lick the can clean. Smelled like Alpo to me and must have smelled the same to Ruger the wonder dog. I miss him forty some years later.
The old dog Sarge
3pibgorn9 almost 11 years ago
Never had cicadas land on me or food out doors. They stick to the trees and do their symphony. These must be southern cicadas. Are they really that bothersome down there?
’Course, where I live is Eastern Kansas. Not as many trees, I guess.
alviebird almost 11 years ago
I’m from Alabama, and currently live in middle Georgia. In most summers, when one steps outside, one can’t help but hear the cicadas. And in other summers that din can reach decibel levels that can drive one mad. It seems to never end.