In my 40-plus years on this planet, I've seen several cicada broods hatch out. It always makes for an annoyingly long summer. I know they're edible, but I decided a loooooooong time ago that there's no way in hell I'd ever do that when I saw our barn cats catching the things and chowing down. The CRONCH CRONCH CRONCH sound, combined with seeing a still-kicking leg sticking our of one of their mouths, will forever be etched into my brain.

So no, I won't eat the damn bugs, and no amount of propaganda can change my mind on that front. AP and the wokies can go choke on their cicada pie.