We've got one very loud, very lonely cicada in the maple tree behind our back porch, and he's been wearing it out all morning, to no avail. I'm not sure about the annual cicadas, and I know we have some that emerge every year... But just thinking about the shock one of these little guys might face if he were to emerge after 12 years of subterranean growth, only to find himself all dressed up with no one to do. It's heartbreaking.
"BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ! BZZZZZ!" (where the hell is everybody?)
"BZZZZZ! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" (dammit...)