In Central KY in June we had a hatch of the 17 locust.
The attached picture is one of 10's of thousands that we had to contend with. When they started to die, after their cycle was completed, I could literally sweep them into a pile and shovel them into a bucket. All that was left of the locust were their wings, head, and body casing, because the birds would eat what they considered the good part.
It got really interesting when you mowed the lawn. You were constantly being attacked by these creatures and lots of them at a time. At first I thought they hated the mower and was taking out revenge. After looking up the habits of this locust I wished they had been attacking me. It seems that the "mating call" of the locust is a humming noise, much like the mower. I still get the creeps thinking about that.
Bob
~~~ Fly Fish the Cumberland, it will make you live longer.~~~