One Christmas, a few years ago now, when my family and I were camping at Seymour*, all the grubs decided the time was right to emerge as cicadas.
They covered the trees and everything. It was hot, but they would pee on us. It felt like rain, and while ick, wasn’t entirely unwelcome. It was basically just water lol.
TL;DR: cicadas golden showered my family for Santa.
*Edit: I wrote Seymour, but it may have actually been Heathcote now that I think about it…
One Christmas, a few years ago now, when my family and I were camping at Seymour*, all the grubs decided the time was right to emerge as cicadas.
They covered the trees and everything. It was hot, but they would pee on us. It felt like rain, and while ick, wasn’t entirely unwelcome. It was basically just water lol.
TL;DR: cicadas golden showered my family for Santa.
*Edit: I wrote Seymour, but it may have actually been Heathcote now that I think about it…