Evidently there are a couple of things that sound more appealing to an amorous cicada than another cicada. Since I’m working on her Wheel Horse, my wife was mowing the yard with our Lawn Boy and was getting swooped on by the cicadas. Listening to the hunting governor was driving me crazy, but absolutely driving the bugs wild. She said she kept hearing what she thought was the granddaddy of all cicadas. Well it was me, grinding some welds down on her mowerdeck. Evidently they’re attracted to this frequency, and the resonating deck acts like a huge speaker. After about a minute of grinding, I’m getting absolutely mobbed by them. I put on a hat, buttoned my shirt collar up like I was going to church and tucked it in like I was still skinny because it was getting full of them.