Last time I heard them, was in Virginia prior to 1981, when we moved to Colorado. They were so loud you could not sleep without earplugs. Haven't heard 'em since and have no desire to hear 'em ever again.

I fired up a chainsaw one afternoon during the height of a cicada invasion, to cut the top off of a cedar post. Was almost choked and blinded by the damm things before I could get the cut made. They must have thought that little McCulloch chainsaw was the Raquel Welch of the cicada world.

'There ya go.'

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