A cicada over the line

My garden would look quite nice this year, but for dead cicadas hanging from every leaf.

They eat nothing in this life cycle, but their sharp claws catch on clothes, in hair, and gouge holes in leaves.

Some good news is one yucca intends to bloom this year.

Back to cicadas. 

They emerge from the ground and begin calling for mates.

Laura describes it as the sound of raining needles.

I would add very sharp needles, driven by a hard wind against metal siding.

They climb trees, mating as they go and laying eggs in the bark.

The eggs feed on tree sap, grow for a couple of years, fall to the ground and burrow in.

They spend the next fifteen years feeding on tree roots, until they pop out, all at once.

The noise is deafening. People going into cicada neighborhoods from non cicada neighborhoods look around and shout What Is That Noise?

They know no boundaries.