Cicadas

I imagine that if you don't live in LaGrange, you don't know about the plague.  There are cicadas everywhere.  Creepy little dry exoskeletons and freshly winged, red-eyed insects cling to every surface.  They've covered my back porch, our shed, and pretty much every (extra-tall unmowed) blade of grass.  Their noise I can tolerate (day and night) but if I stand still for more than 3 seconds, you'll have a few land on you.  Ewwwww.