Tag: Cicadas

celticpyro:

physticuffs:

randomthingsthatilike123:

fun fact the west coast does not have cicadas so you can imagine my surprise when my LA ass moved to Philly for college when all the trees started screaming while they’ve been on fire plenty of times where I’m from they never screamed

i’m c r y i n g

like consciously i know biodiversity exists but i guess i just never considered the fact that some people don’t have the experience where you just wake up one day to all of nature fucking shrieking like hellspawn and you’re like “huh guess it’s that season!”

“Oh, it’s screaming season,”

For those unaware, this is exactly how it happens. I’ve met adults who’ve lived here their whole lives and have never seen a cicada. You just hear this “ZHEEEEEEEE” noise from the trees, and no matter how close you look you usually can’t find a cicada, plus there’s so many of them the noise is coming from all over all the trees. You just go outside and there’s screaming. You’ll see the empty shells from when they come out of their weird larval form, shells just perched everywhere, and maybe you’ll see a cicada or two after they get old and die, but I bet it took people a long time to figure out what was making the screaming noise before cicadas were discovered.

physticuffs:

randomthingsthatilike123:

fun fact the west coast does not have cicadas so you can imagine my surprise when my LA ass moved to Philly for college when all the trees started screaming while they’ve been on fire plenty of times where I’m from they never screamed

i’m c r y i n g

like consciously i know biodiversity exists but i guess i just never considered the fact that some people don’t have the experience where you just wake up one day to all of nature fucking shrieking like hellspawn and you’re like “huh guess it’s that season!”

theveryworstthing:

i don’t think i ever posted this here, so here’s one of my monthly Patreon short story/illustration prompts suggested by Sabrina Gross. this one was for cicada fairies.


The Sappichirrpy Summer Men’s Choir

There are many small towns where strange things happen. Lights in the sky at night, too tall figures moving through corn fields, those sorts of things. Most places don’t talk about them because they are considered things not to be talked about. You don’t tempt fate. You don’t leave the window open. You certainly don’t walk through those corn fields if you can help it. And its easier than you would think for people to live with these things because humans can get used to anything given enough time. Of course, most of those old things have the decency to be quiet about their otherworldly existence. The ones that aren’t, well, people have to get creative to manage the upkeep of that tenuous neighborly bond that keeps goats alive and hard-headed teens with night vision cameras off missing posters.

The Sappichirrpy Entomology Society built a stage.

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