When I stepped outside this evening — about a half hour after sunset — I heard a single Katydid singing slowly in a backyard tree. That reminded me: Even though yesterday was 70s and sunny, and this morning was sunny and 60s, I had not heard an Annual Cicada singing either day. In fact, the last time I heard a Cicada song in our neighborhood was October 9th. Temperatures dropped below freezing in Oak Park during Columbus Day weekend, and that must have been enough to kill off the last of our Cicadas. Grasshoppers, Crickets, and at least a few Katydids are still holding on, but the Cicadas’ season seems to be over.
I like fall — I even like winter — but I’m still going to miss the Cicadas.