But, not everyone dislikes cicadas as much as I do. My dogs love them.
When cicadas die, they tend to just drop out of the trees and we find them on the ground in the morning. My Porties race to grab them and crunch them up like potato chips. I remember a few years ago when Bailey found a live one on the ground and grabbed it. It kept rattling and screaming as Bailey ran around the yard with it in her mouth. She eventually stopped and put it down to study it, only to have Tess grab it and gobble it down.
Now a new generation has discovered the appeal of cicadas. Mackey is quite obsessed with them.
"I don't do bugs."