Some say it’s just a matter of days before we’re overrun with the whirring, crispy critters known as the 17-year Cicadas.
Brood XIII (the Northern Illinois clan of bugs) will add to the chorus of usual summertime sounds, producing what may be a deafening hum and buzz as these periodical cicadas emerge from the ground, taking to the trees to mate and lay their eggs. Before that, they’ll molt by the millions, covering everything with a crunchy brown layer. I remember last time (way back in 1990) when I had to use the car snow scraper to brush off the windshield before driving anywhere.
So far, all is quiet.
In the meantime, you can get in the spirit of things, buying your cicada t-shirts, sweatshirts and pillows here.