I feel sick. I'm having flashbacks of how terrifying this was in 1998 when I was 13- I remember my older brother, Jonathan loved getting the hose out and would spray our trees to watch them swarm out in HUGE masses. He would spray and run for his life to the back door of our house. He was braver than I. I went golfing with him that summer and remember losing my ball several times into foot high piles of dead cicadas! Disgusting.
They were everywhere! It was horrifying just stepping outside. You couldnt walk to the car without one hitting you in the face or latching onto your back!
Come May, Im carrying a giant bottle of Raid in my purse.
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