What if the two groups of Cicadas ... don't get along?
Cicada Wars!
20 January 2024, 02:30 PM
Mikhailoh
You really have to wonder how that species ever developed. They sleep in the ground for 17 years, all crawl up into the trees at the same time, fool around, drop eggs and die.
A sense of humor would explain more than natural selection.
-------------------------------- "A mob is a place where people go to get away from their conscience" Atticus Finch
20 January 2024, 03:48 PM
Nina
One of my oddest and earliest childhood memories (in Yuma, AZ no less) was the side of our house covered with cicada "shells" (empty) during a bloom. My sister and I threw tennis balls at them, trying to smash them off the wall. I must've been about 4.
17 May 2024, 08:25 AM
wtg
May 16th was the predicted emergence date for our area.
Right on time. Only saw two actual cicadas, but there are a bunch of shells on the wall of the house and on the driveway.
-------------------------------- When the world wearies and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden - Minnie Aumônier
17 May 2024, 09:30 AM
Piano*Dad
We've had 'em for about 10 days so far. Walking around during the day sounds like you're walking through the sound set for a sci-fi movie.
-------------------------------- When the world wearies and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden - Minnie Aumônier
20 May 2024, 07:15 PM
Piano*Dad
On today's walk, it sounded like a small jet engine nearby, above you in the trees.
As I walk around my neighborhood I'll come upon a portion of a block with a big patch of natural area with lots of older oak trees. That's the loudest. Front yards with few or no trees, or only small ornamentals like crepe myrtles are much quieter.
I grab the cicadas that are sitting in the roadway and assist them to the nearby forest.
You put 'em on the trunk of an oak and they immediately start climbing upward!
20 May 2024, 07:45 PM
wtg
See, you're a kind-hearted naturalist. Not I. I was teasing the cicadas on my driveway.
I went out and saw one crawling on the asphalt. I stood about a foot away and it seemed to be heading towards my shoes. I moved around it, and it turned to head towards me again. Then I moved behind it and it made a 180 degree turn. I wondered if it thought my brown shoe was the trunk of a tree or something.
-------------------------------- When the world wearies and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden - Minnie Aumônier
