The term "periodical cicadas" makes me wonder if there's a magazine called "Cicada Monthly." My favorite fact about cougars is that they don't roar. They make a variety of noises, sometimes sounding like chirping birds, sometimes like crying babies, and sometimes like meowing housecats. They also purr.

"soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. big kitty, hungry kitty, rip, shred, purr"

Midwest summer, July 4th, 95 degrees, high humidity, loud cicadas. Fireworks go BOOM, cicadas go quiet. Cicadas get loud, BOOM, cicadas go quiet.

Cicadas singing me to sleep is a good thing. It's the song of my summers and youth. I love the little ugly things.

My favorite fact about cougars is they remind Californians that they aren't always the top of the food chain.

The army of cicadas is deafening - especially if you have tinnitus. We had a brood hatch in 2022 and I was astounded how loud they were.

Cicadas are the sound of summer - I grew up in Northern Illinois!

I love the sound of cicadas They are part of my childhood memories

the thing I like doing with cicadas is taking their exoskeletons off where they are perched and then sneak it onto someone's shirt so they freak out

Cicadas are a sound that should seem annoying, but I actually find very soothing.

We had lots of them around my office in Wheeling, Illinois. Not only were they loud; they totally creeped me out. They would fly down from the trees going near my head. No no no no no.

YT has a video of a Chicago area zoo. Shows the animals having a field day eating the cicadas. Especially the meerkats.

The last time I experienced the periodic cicadas, they were so loud that with the car windows up, the air conditioning on, and the radio playing you could hear the cicadas!

After a while, that sound will drive you mad.

I went to tennessee and I saw SO many Cicadas, I saw a lot of dead ones on the ground... and the sound, it was very interesting!

Logged into youtube and this was posted 9 seconds ago? Heck yes, let's watch about cicadas!

The fact you have to clarify "cougars" is hilarious!

Every Arizona monsoon season has cicadas. They are VERY LOUD!

As a child I loved to play with cicada exoskeletons. You could hook them on your shirt and wear them! Lol. This all happened in Arkansas at my grandmothers house. We also chased and collected fireflies in a jar!

Other than the fact that our house is covered in cicada shells, we didn’t really notice a huge swarm invasion that disrupted our lives. Buuuut there were a few days when we saw the bird version of D-Day as the birds were dive bombing and caching cicadas out of the air in a giant swarm. It was an absolute feast and massacre.

I live in Texas and Cicadas are out and about every summer. To me, the sound of Cicadas means it is hotter than hell outside.

The cicada mating ritual had a profound affect on my life in a tangential way. Thirty five years ago I met my future wife in the Denny's in Franklin Park Illinois. We took an interest in one another and started dating. One day a week or so later we stopped at a small park in Park Ridge to play catch (Baseball, not cricket...that would have been too perfect.) Anyway, it was a cicada year, and she was positioned about 20 feet from a honeysuckle bush that was burdened with hundreds of cicadas. While we were playing (she was pretty damned good) a cicada ran into her and went right down the neck of her tee shirt and started furiously buzzing around down there. She started yelling and pulling at her shirt to get the thing out, but apparently it had found a cozy place to hang on and flap his wings, which resulted in her ripping her tee shirt off to free the little bastard. This is about the time that the profound effect on my life occurred. We were married about 6 weeks later and the rest is history...we are still together. (Just for fun, I looked up the GPS coordinates of this epic event in case you want to try your luck 😝 42° 0'32.96"N 87°51'27.55"W)

Near me, in the west suburbs of Chicago, they were incredibly loud, 92 dB in my back yard, with a background level of mid-70's - by way of comparison, last time I drove down the highway to downtown Chicago, I rolled down the windows, and rush hour traffic with the windows rolled down was about 75-78 dB

It's sad to me. Growing up, my family on both sides always lived in areas where Cicada are common. These days, those areas have been "developed", and the sounds of nature were replaced with cars.

Should have hopped in your car and come to the southwest suburbs. Downers Grove, Woodridge, Darien, Bolingbrook-literally millions of cicadas! Piles of them under trees. The sound was deafening!

Here in Oregon they're quieter than the ones back east, so much so that I never knew we even had them.

Very well. My favorite fact about cougars is that I once observed a cougar casually ambling through my front yard. No, I did not go outside to introduce myself.

My favorite fact about Cougars is that my neighbor saw one on his back porch, and not on mine. Oh, and they are also known as Mountain Lions, Pumas, Panthers, and Catamounts.

When I was a school boy in Tennessee I saw cicada's often flew into girl's long hair. They have these ridges on their legs (the cicadas) and they really stick into long hair. I always offered to remove them, and I knew how to do that. They appreciated the help (the girls) and that made me happy.

Here in the Deep South of.... Canada, I heard my first Cicada of the summer season today. We don't have cyclical cicadas-- (Canada banned anything to do with Prime Numbers in 1893) we just have regular ones. So, we don't get crunchy underfoot cicadas, just nice summer background music cicadas. I happen to love them, but not in the Alabama way. It's platonic.

You should visit Florida. Summers always have annual cicada sounds. It's definitely the soundtrack of southern summers year after year.

Laurence, there are different kinds of cicadas. The dog-dayccicadas come every summer, but the big broods of periodical cicadas come out every 13 or 17 years. I drove to Illinois from Maryland last month to hear them sing,

I'm laughing at the guy watching Lawrence on the telly... Hearing the relatively few cicadas we have helps one understand how Egyptians would fear a locust swarm.

I lived over 40 years without knowing people ate cicadas. I also read that it is ill advised to eat more than 17 as they can be toxic or cause gastrointestinal distress or something. All I remember is that it just confirmed my hard NO to eating creepy critters. I do miss the cicada drone when I don't hear it. It's not a proper summer evening if the frogs or the cicadas aren't getting their freak on.

I've always loved the drone of cicadas on summer evenings. Somehow, it's such a comforting sound - but maybe that's because I grew up in the South so it brings back childhood memories.

I'm Mex-American from South Texas-we always call them chicharras!

Here in New Jersey we have cicada songs every year. But I remember one summer about 30 years ago when my part of the state was absolutely inundated by cicadas! The suburban sidewalks around my house were littered with cicada wings that had been cast off by feasting predators. I collected many of them and saved them in a glass jar that I labeled “Fairy Wings”.

Gawd! I'm Central Illinois and so glad they are gone! They were eerily, deafening loud. They flew around, bombarding people... Just glad the noise is over!!

One of my favorite childhood memories is waking up super early one morning and finding freshly emerged cicadas drying out by their empty shells. I had only ever seen their shells left behind on trees before that moment, so I thought it was pretty cool to find them "mid-shed".

I have moved south to a place that doesn't have cicadas, and when I went home for a visit a few weeks ago I found the cicada song to be very comforting, homey, and nostalgic ❤

cicadas and katydids sing me right to sleep. so calming.😴🍻

As a lifelong west coaster, Ive never seen a cicada, and my favorite thing about cougars, which are also called mountain lions, is that they hardly ever attack or kill humans unlike humans themselves, who do it often.

My favorite fact about cougars is that they like catnip.

For those of us who grew up without AC, cicadas were the sound of summer ..

My favorite fact about cougars is, you have a better chance of falling off a cliff, than you do of running into a cougar.

I’m so glad that you got to see some cicadas. I know that there were tons of them at Brookfield Zoo, where the sound was almost deafening. Also, I saw a lot of cicadas while going out to College of DuPage for my Japanese class. Still, this is nothing like what was it, 1973? That emergence was insane. Even in the urban areas there were so many cicadas that the sidewalk went crunch when you walked on it. And dear me, Laurence, you are more morbid than I am. I have got a few more years on than you do, and just maybe I will see the next merchants of the cicadas at age 77.

Cicadas are fascinating and horrifying at the same time! I’m in Indiana and our 17-year cicadas (brood X) came out in 2021. The noise was deafening. I have videos saved showing the noise to be 80-100 decibels just from neighborhood trees. Crazy!

My favorite fact about cougars is that they’re one of the most adaptable creatures in the world. They can live in pretty much any environment where they can find enough food to sustain them.

I loathe these creatures from the bottom of my heart, but seeing someone else experience them with such a positive outlook is nice.

Some years ago i was coming home from work in the early morning and i saw a cougar cross my road. My favorite fact about cougars was i was in my car.

We have them in abundance in Texas this year

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In California they are currently building a bridge for wild animals, such as cougars a.k.a. mountain lions, so that they can safely cross the 101 Freeway in Los Angeles. The bridge is expected to be completed in late 2024 or early 2025. It is hoped that the bridge will prevent the wildlife from being killed by cars and that it will expand their "genetic diversity". There was a famous Los Angeles cougar named P-22 who was quite the celebrity in the Griffith Park area (also famous for the Hollywood sign) who had to be euthanized in December 2022 due to several long term health issues. In May 2024 a new mountain lion was spotted on the western edge of Griffith Park that was once P-22's territory. The newcomer has not been tagged so there is little information available about the animal other than photographs.

LOVE cicadas and their sounds!

Now that the weather is scorching hot, the annual cicadas have started their chorus in central Texas. It's such a signature sound here that a local news station uses it as background sound in their ad rolls.

I was born and raised in KS where cicadas were a perennial part of summer and in my 30s moved to Colorado where they where they are basically non-existent and frankly I missed them in the summer months. Thankfully years of loud guitars, loud guns and loud cars have left me with tinnitus that sounds a lot like cicadas. So I never had to miss the them since I brought my own wherever I went. Now that we're back in KS the cicadas (real and imagined) are a comfort. Seeing the fireflies again is cool too.

My favorite cougar fact: Cougars are the largest cat that purrs. I don't actually know if that's true: I've heard other big cats make noises that sound pretty much like purring to me. It could be, though, that theirs are low-throated hums, rather than produced by the specific bit of throat cartilage needed to produce an "official" purr. I love the sound of cicadas. I remember hearing it as a child - a susserating curtain of sound - and, being a child, just accepted it as the background noise of summer. Since I've lived on the West Coast all my adult life, I'm unlikely to ever hear it live again, which makes me sad.

There were millions upon millions of periodic cicadas and they made an ear-ringing din in areas of highest concentration. It was quite a spectacle. Fun fact: Brood XIII consists of three separate species of cicada that all emerge on the same 17-year cycle. (By the way, Fun Fact #2: I recently learned that it doesn't feel so good when a cicada attempts to land on your eyeball. 😝)

My first physical encounter with this year's cicada was the one that landed on my glasses and then hung on for dear life! Talk about creepy. The cicada's weren't bad at my house at all this year, thank gawd. But I had gone to my doctor's office in Oswego, and while driving thru the older part of town I was almost knocked off the road by the deafening sound of millions of cicadas, more than a few bouncing off my windshield. If they hadn't been singing so damn loud I probably would have heard the tires of my car crunching over their little bodies.

Cicadas appear every year even though the broods are 13 and 17yrs old. Some years the broods are larger then others, but I can't tell the difference. They're all just loud as hell every year. 😆

I live in Alabama. Two times I have seen mountain lions. About three years ago I saw a mountain lion in north Jefferson county. Another time , six years ago I saw a mountain lion in Calhoun County on a 28,000 acre National Guard training center.

The sound of cicadas reminds me of my childhood as well, but the memory is anything but comforting. I was 5 years old in 1961 when the 17-year swarm emerged where I lived in Virginia. In those times, children spent their summer days playing outdoors. Right after breakfast and getting dressed, Mom said, "Go play outside." And it wasn't a suggestion. 😉 I stood out on the front por and screamed like a girl in a slasher movie until she gave up and let me back in the house. Those giant bugs were everywhere and they flew right into you!!!! I am convinced this is the origin of my bug phobia to this day. Just a slight cautionary true story. All children are not fascinated by those crunchy exoskeletons and giant red eyes. 🤠

The Dunn Museum in Libertyville, IL (a suburb of Chicago) has a really great exhibit all about cicadas! My nieces and nephews were in town last week, and really enjoyed learning all about these neat little critters. They don't have any on the east coast where they live, so this visit to Cicada Central was a fun experience. Look up the Lake County Forest Preserve District. The Dunn Museum in Libertyville, Illinois. I believe the exhibit is open through August, or maybe just the beginning of August? Definitely open through July, so don't miss it!

A couple of things about my experience with cougars/mountain lions: I spent my childhood hiking and walking and camping and playing in some deep wilderness. My dad would tease us about mountain lions. "Did you see any cougars?" He would ask. We would always say "No." He'd smile and say "That's alright. They saw you, though." His point being that they were there, they just didn't want to be seen. In my 53 years, the most I've ever seen of a cougar was a tail as it was running into some bushes. That was a decade ago.

When the 13 year cicadas emerged here in WV we had NONE in our backyard. Because our dogs spent 2 weeks digging them out of the ground and eating as they hatched. Poor bugs. But we had lots of cicadas everywhere else. Front yard, driveway, house, sidewalk, and of course all the trees not protected by the dogs!

My favorite fact about cougars (or mountain lions) is that they chirp instead of meow or roar.

In TX, we get cicadas every year, and living in the countryside surrounded by tall trees, we get them in droves. I’m outside right now, and between them, the crickets, and the frogs, it’s deafening. For me, the most interesting thing about cicadas is the noises they make that AREN’T mating calls: they have very expressive voices! I bear them no ill will, and they’re too splatty for me to want to get them all over my shoes anyway, so mostly this comes up if I give them the move along. They have a VERY expressive whiny complaint for that. And if injured, they SCREAM. Ugh. I was going to treat them kindly anyway, but that level of human-sounding emotion seals it for me.

I live in Indiana now, but when I lived in NC, the cicadas were so many that you couldn't walk down the street without stepping on them. Ew

My favorite fact about Cicadas is that THEY ARE ON THE WEST COST! But they're not periodical, they're here every year! We have "Dog-day Cicada"'s all around my area, buzzing away.

I've experienced 3 waves of the 17 year cicadas in western Pa. I was in 4th grade the first time . There were so many cicadas in our area, the outside of the house was covered completely and you couldn't walk 20 feet without being hit by lke 30 of them . I got in trouble for selling 4 for a quarter at school to kids who didn't have them lol. The next time I didn't see hardly any , this last time there were more but maybe 1/20th the amount

You look forward to the end of the cicada season. I live in Texas and I look forward to their summer songs. Brings back a lot of great memories being a kid.

I remember when I wasn’t a little kid seeing the 17yr cicadas for the first time. I absolutely loved them! I would try to count how many were on the trees, give them names, watch them hatch out of their shells. I even found an albino one once! I named that one Katie. I remember being so upset that I couldn’t see them again for another 17 years. Thinking “aww man, I’ll be in my twenties! I’ll be so old”. Now here I am, in my twenties seeing them again lol. Brought back lots of good memories.

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Here in Oregon a few years ago, they issued a warming of a cougar sighting on the social media account for SOSU. One student replied, "guys, that's just my mom visiting."

When I was a kid we colloquially called cicadas, "locusts" I was 15 when I found out they had a different name, long after I stopped chasing girls with them.

I have been living in middle Georgia for about twelve years now and what I noticed about the cicada emergence this year was that, you could hear a constant low hum all through the day if you were in an area that didn't have any emerging, like my house. But I have about a 45 minute drive to work north of where I live and in the afternoon you could hear them well, the sound was loud. But in the mornings you could only hear the same distant, constant hum that I could hear at my house.

In Cincinnati Ohio, When I was a teen in the 80s I made money shoveling cicadas from peoples driveway and walks unblocking their front doors w a snow shovel lol.

We have cicadas every summer here in South Texas. I love their screaming, which is loud enough to hear over my car engine and and my AC.

I grew up hearing cicadas called (insert appropriate timespan) locusts or jarflies. Took a long time to start calling them cicadas.

Lawrence - Your humor always brings me back... and no I hadn't notice the dog doing... it thing... until you mentioned it - lol

funny anecdote: i grew up in the pacific northwest next to a busy port, so i was very used to falling asleep to the sound of trucks, trains, and ships loading and unloading every night. my family moved to rural texas several years ago during the winter when the cicadas weren't out, and i made a friend who grew up in a little town (like population 15; her family had 10 people so they literally made up 2/3 of the population) we went to a church camp together at a lake a couple hours away over the summer. at this lake, there was some kind of plant or facility -- maybe water purification? i don't think it was a power plant, so i'm not sure. morning after my first night, i complained to my friend about how loud the cicadas were and how i could hardly sleep because of it. she gave me a blank stare for a minute before saying, "i honesltly didn't notice anything" with a shrug. the next morning, she came to me complaining about how loud that plant across the lake was. i gave her that blank stare back -- i legitimately didn't even notice it was there until she pointed it out 😂 the only reason she didn't think i was crazy was because of the cicada incident the night before we're still friends and she teases me about it to this day

You'll notice the affects of the cicada outbreak soon. The females have long ovipositors that they use to inject their eggs under the bark of small twigs and branches. This often has the effect of killing that branch or twig. So look for wilted and dying leaves in the coming weeks, and if you take a look, you'll see the injection points lined up along the twig.

female cicadas gouge a narrow trench in the new-growth green branch tips in which they lay their eggs. As the eggs hatch and the nymphs start to grow, they feed off of the tree branch sap, killing the branch tip. You will see lots of trees with branch tips that have browned off as if they were having a very localized Fall season. Once the branch tips beging dying off, the nymphs fall to the ground and then dig in for another 17 years, or 1 year, or 3 years, or 5 years or 11 years or 13 years - depending on the brood that came out that season and your geographical location.

Being from the West Coast USA I never really had to deal much with June Bugs(Sometimes called May Beetles), Cicadas or even Fire Flies but after living in Ohio and now New Mexico, I have become quite familiar with them all. I am mostly grossed out by bugs so I wrote this little poem about June Bugs and Cicadas. June Bugs If I were ugly as a June Bug I’d never have a date But judging from their numbers That has never been their fate And what’s with those Cicadas They are even homelier yet Their body shaped more like a bus Than a sexy sleek Corvette Seems after dark when insects mate Looks don’t come in to play Wonder if there’d be so many If they mated in the day But oh the music that they make When they do their mating dance The gentle lulling song they sing Leaves nothing left to chance It lures their lovers to their nest And woos them like champagne The trees and shrubs are bopping At the insect lover’s lane So maybe they don’t really care About looks or sexy acts Or maybe I am just quite blind To insect beauty facts Sherry Gail Heim August 2, 2003 Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2003

I survived a major onslaught of 17-year cicadas a while back. They have more than one song; one of them is the "UFO propulsion" noise heard in films and TV shows of the 50s and 60s. I observed that they seemed to prefer going on foot to flying, but they weren't very good at it. If they rolled over on their back they had real trouble rolling upright.

Now living in Nebraska, Cicadas as well as fire flies is a phenomenon that I thought only existed in cartoons. I was wrong, they do exist!

I remember when I was a kid in Ohio my mom worked at the Girl Scout Camp one cicada summer. You couldn’t take a step outside without them crunching Uber your feet. Those big, beady eyes still creep me out. I live in NorCal now. So cougar fact: aka mountain lion. If you hear the sound of a woman crying whilst hiking in nature, it’s probably a cougar. (Or an older woman jilted by her younger man.)

I lived twenty - two years in San Diego. Never saw or heard a cicada. I grew up in MD, and now I am in WV. They have been strangely quiet this year

When i was young, i remember traveling through the Southwestern Deserts going to El Paso. The buzzing of the cicadas there creeped me out. I grew up in a suburb of Los Angeles. But even when i lived in Eastern Utah, we didnt have them either. Now i live in the Southwestern Appalachian's and the cicadas here come out around end of July or into August. They still creep me out. Especially when they sing in "waves". 😱

Fun fact: cicadas do taste similar to shrimp because they are related to shrimp. However, I do not want to be the one to sample them.

I'm down in Champaign (about two hours south of Chicago for anyone wondering) and we didn't have it either. Which shocked me! I was honestly disappointed in the lack of screaming cicadas!

During the last major cicada explosions, I had the good fortune of being hit square between the eyes by a massive cicada during a property tour. It left a mark and definitely stunned me. I do remember as a youth visiting my Indiana extended family, swatting them with tennis racquets. Eating cicadas? Crunchy and best with either peanut butter or hot sauce. Cheers!

It’s a good thing you wore eye protection! My favorite fact about cicada sound, it terms of pitch and frequency. But first, the backstory of how I discovered this fact: I was on a work project in the Angeles national Forest in Southern California. I needed to bushwhack to reach a location where I was to make an observation. As I walked, I heard cicadas up ahead. Soon the sound was around me, but I realize that as I continue to walk, the sound behind me would go away and the sound in front would pick up. This was unlike cicada hatches from my past, which is that of a ubiquitous unseen thrumming machine. I reached an Arroyo where the sound stopped. Walking further down the Arroyo, I heard the sound very close to my left, near my ankle. I turned and looked down, and there the sound emanating identical to that of a cicada was coming from…a baby rattlesnake! Fact: baby rattlesnakes sound like cicadas, or they know how to do a damn good impression of cicadas. (Also, cicadas don’t appear to reside in Southern California.) Now, if I bored you with the story before, my apologies as I am losing my short term memory .

There are cicadas in Prescott, AZ every single year. I’m sure they can be found elsewhere too, but I’m 100% positive that Prescott has them every year. They’re loud little jerks!

my trees are screaming in hellish pain from the heat and Sacada lovin

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Our cicadas were roaring all day today.

Just North of Canada, here in the Greater Detroit Area, this has been a quiet year for cicadas.

i'm glad you got to see them in action! locally i havent noticed them but when i visited my mom about 65 miles north it was lousy with cicadas. everyone walking outside had to shout to each other to be heard lol