Hello! I am a cicada and you are scolding me wrong!

Hello! It's me, cicada!

Every time, every summer, I have to listen to a lot of reproach. Noisy, talkative, loud mouth, then all kinds of "beautiful words" in this world are thrown directly at us by our men.

Well, we agree that we are noisy, but it is wrong to say that.

1. Because I did not shout with my mouth

The mouth of this tick house has only two uses: eating and eating. Without sounding, there was no sound. A harmless mouth, it certainly is.

The sound "ve ve ve" loudly torturing the eardrums of the grandparents every day came from another place, that is the abdomen. On my abdomen skin, there was a round round, I heard some scientists called "phonics" . Just vibrating these two sounds can produce a loud sound. If you want to move high, shake the wing again.

You know, foreign scientists call this a song, not scorn me like grandparents.

In short, don't call us a lot of loud words. Want to scold right, must be big . belly, okay?

2. The sound is more terrible than the soundtrack

In fact, if I were grandparents, it would be crazy. Listen to where the sound came from, the intensity must be up to 120dB, while the music in the bar with the dance hall is only about 100dB.

Did you try quitting with a tick? It must be fun to.

3. Correct, because not all of them scream

Only male mites are vocal, you guys don't know anything. Every summer, we have to stretch our stomachs and vibrate really hard. The bigger the call, the more impressive the children are and come together with us.

If you want to scold me, say it directly to my face, do not scold me, torment my brothers and sisters.

4. A little sympathy, we also suffer

Unlike my cousins, my life is not very bright. The lifespan of my life is very long, lasting for several years (some even up to 13-17 years). But boredom, most of them are making larvae underground.

The reason for being buried in the ground for so long was to avoid the hornets and the mantis. The longer the cycle appears, the less it will encounter the "spirits ".

When we wake up, we only have a few weeks to molt, then spend our youth to call them. Should be sympathetic for a bit, please?