Over the past few weeks, I’ve been following the emergence of cicadas from the ground in Baltimore. Since I started an exterior service company, I have been able to follow the process better than years past. About a week ago, the process went into overdrive just as I was thinking the cicadas weren’t going to appear at all.
It is impossible to miss them now. When I open my door in the morning the front porch is covered with them. The trees are covered with them. They are flying around and sometimes landing on me without knowing. They are on my truck. Simply, they are everywhere.
I’ve learned a good bit about them. For starters, I’ve taken videos of cicada holes at the base of trees. I’ve taken pictures of their molting process in various stages. I’ve filmed cicadas mating. And, I’ve even hung out with cicadas, though it wasn’t invited and I had to shorten the visit.
Yesterday, while walking Hershey, a cicada fell from a tree, landing in my hands. I clearly heard the loud sound the male makes. I was amazed at how loud it was.