Cicadas...up until I moved to Tennessee, this insect was something often mentioned in romance novels. For example:
The sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving James and Cathy sitting in semi-darkness on the front porch. An air of awkwardness hung between them, neither knowing what to say. Cicada's crooned in the background, calling out to a willing mate.
My son's lawn looks as if it's been aerated. So many holes explain the deafening sound you hear when you go outside. If you want to get an idea of the constant drone click here. Just magnify the noise ten times.
Some of these suckers get huge and are so big they merely bounce off the windshield of your car. I passed through a swarm today and it sounded like someone was pelting me with stones. Oh, sweet romance...no more shall I think of love when I hear a cicada.