...listen for it... ....wait...
...it's...
...nothing.
Except at my house! We've had a full blown infestation in our neighborhood. I'm not sure how far it extends but my friend, who's about a mile away, has them and they're not at our shop which is about 3 miles away or anywhere else in the area that I've heard of. When they said the not-so-little buggers would be localized I didn't expect them to be this selective. Lucky us!
So for the past several weeks, from dawn to dusk (unless it's raining) we get to hear this:
It sounds like constant static!
Unfortunately, our dogs are fond of them and we've had to watch them more closely in the yard so they don't snack too much (bla-a-a-ahgug)! The cicadas aren't toxic but their exoskeletons aren't digestible and can cause intestinal issues. Enough said.
On a more humorous note (because that's how I roll!) quite a few years ago one of my sons (not mentioning names here, you're welcome!) mispronounced cicadas. So their official pronunciation in our household is sik-uh-duhs (emphasis on the sik). So for the first week it was amusing using "our" word for them but honestly I'm more than sick of the sik-uh-duhs and they can go away now.