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Mo shifted in her chair, unsticking her thighs. It was fiery hot in the little kitchen, hotter even than outside, where the Cleveland cicadas buzzed like rattlesnakes that had learned to climb trees.
~ from What Happened on Fox Street,
written by Tricia Springstubb
I had never thought about it before reading this, but Springstubb is right -- cicadas do sound like rattlesnakes up in the trees! What a great image!