We moved from upstate NY to Baltimore when I was 5. Around 1984. We had NO clue what cicadas were. I had to be in maybe second grade when it was the cicada season. So that was somewhere around 1986 I think. 3rd grade. We thought the world was going to end! The holes in the ground. The swarm so thick you couldn't walk to your car without them blindly hitting you. We didn't have AC in our car coming from NY, and it was summer in Baltimore. Hot and humid. Leather seats. Having to ride with the windows up in the Monte Carlo. Thank goodness my dad had just bought a car with AC so we had to use one car until the cicadas left. I remember the boys ripping the wings off and trying to stuff them down our shirts. I vowed that I would NOT be in Baltimore when the returned. If I remember correctly, they came back when I was in college. I was in Atlanta by then. My memory comes from the mind of a 3rd grader who was traumatized! May be a bit dramatic. Thank you for this post!
We moved from upstate NY to Baltimore when I was 5. Around 1984. We had NO clue what cicadas were. I had to be in maybe second grade when it was the cicada season. So that was somewhere around 1986 I think. 3rd grade. We thought the world was going to end! The holes in the ground. The swarm so thick you couldn't walk to your car without them blindly hitting you. We didn't have AC in our car coming from NY, and it was summer in Baltimore. Hot and humid. Leather seats. Having to ride with the windows up in the Monte Carlo. Thank goodness my dad had just bought a car with AC so we had to use one car until the cicadas left. I remember the boys ripping the wings off and trying to stuff them down our shirts. I vowed that I would NOT be in Baltimore when the returned. If I remember correctly, they came back when I was in college. I was in Atlanta by then. My memory comes from the mind of a 3rd grader who was traumatized! May be a bit dramatic. Thank you for this post!