I ignored this thread until now. Mostly because cicadas never really bothered me as a kid. I was that odd little tom boy running around with their exoskeletons attached to my clothes because I thought they were cool. I also trapped and froze lots of cool looking bugs on the off chance that there would be a bug collection project for class. But as I lie here in bed reading this thread on my phone in the dark, my skin has started to crawl and itch and I keep feeling things that I think are bugs. ANXIETY city. I guess my bug loving days are over. And I would never eat a bug because I don't generally like crunchy things.. At least not unusual crunchy things, but it would be great to see chocolate covered cicadas on a stick next to the dollar grilled cheese guy.
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Post by onesweetla83 on Jun 2, 2011 15:32:27 GMT -5
Well, it seems like they won't be a problem at Bonnaroo. They appear to be very heavy in some areas and few if any in other places just a few miles away. You might hear them driving on the Interstate or if you stop on the way, but I think people from Manchester have verified there aren't many around there and I didn't hear them yesterday until after I was several miles north of the farm.
So does anyone know if this is still the case? I know they don't bite or sting and my fear of them is irrational but if they touch me I will scream.
I'm hoping that not many came out in Manchester and that most that did will be dead/dying by next week. It won't be terrible if there are SOME, especially if those SOME hang around the trees which I will avoid like the plague. I'm just hoping they didn't emerge late or something just to terrify me.
sometime around 3:30am as we sat waiting in line an admittedly small cicada FLEW IN THE CAR and proceeded to attack my head. well, get stuck in my hair. half asleep, barely able to drive as it was, i did the only thing i could do - jump out of the car with a scream. i successfully detached the little devil from my hair but from there on refused to sit in the driver's seat. i apologize to anyone who had to witness this spectacle
I don't have any at my house anymore... I think they have mostly died off. And remember this (one of my favorite lines that I've read during this Cicada invasion): The cicadas that are still around are the ones that didn't get laid.
We camped Wednesday night at a campground north of Manchester, and there were a lot of them. One even got in our friends' car when we drove in Wednesday night for dinner and a supply run, and it would periodically pipe up, buried deep in the luggage. We camped under a tree, where we could see them flying around and resting on leaves, but they didn't bother us one bit.