I was here for the Great Cicada Deluge of 1987. In Cincinnati, at least, this was a truly epic event. There have been several minor outbreaks since then, but nothing like ’87.
For a few weeks during that summer, cicadas were everywhere. And then their bodies were everywhere. (They don’t live long—just long enough to breed.)
The cicada outbreak of that long-ago summer inspired the “Snappy Cicada Pizza” song (above).
I can assure the reader that a major cicada outbreak is quite survivable, and not even remotely comparable to coronavirus. Cicadas aren’t Asian “murder hornets” or African fire ants, either. The cicadas can be quite numerous, and they look a little weird. But they don’t sting or bite.
Unless you’ve been on another planet since March, the media already has you paranoid about coronavirus. Don’t worry about the cicadas, too.
