![]() and then, towards the end of summer, the sound ends abruptly and the only evidence of it you can ever find is strange, brown shells that crumple to the touch. ![]() ![]() Some love the song, others hate it, but for many people, especially those with large backyards, it is ever-present during the warmer months, a sound that seems to come from an insect you can never find, no matter how much hunting you do. It is the background sound to sausages being turned on the barbecue, to kids splashing in the pool, to the crack and fizz of opening that first beer – the dull, drone song of the cicada. Normal text size Larger text size Very large text size
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