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They’re here.

If you step out on our deck in the evening, you will hear them.  Thousands of cicadas swarm the trees in our back woods and sing to us every night.  I actually like the sound.  I can remember when I first moved to Phoenix and would walk around my neighborhood every night after 8:00 p.m. (I had to wait until after 8:00 before the temperature would drop below 100.)  I remember how quiet the desert was at night.  It was such a strange feeling to walk outside in the summer after dark and not hear any crickets or see any lightening bugs.  Fast forward a few years… we’re not in the desert anymore, and it is definitely not quiet outside at night.  In case you’ve never seen a cicada (I think I’ve got a few Arizona blog readers out there), here’s what the little suckers look like: