Cicadas like drill hammers

Once we had a cicada in our house. In China their love-songs are ear-damaging, more like machines than like animals and definitely louder than cars. Sometimes, I imagined that cicadas had learned from drill hammers.
But what did the cicada do in our house? And how did it come in? We had no idea. Perhaps through the chimney?
We opened the door and said “No mating area in here.”
It got the message and jumped out to drill somewhere else.

#blindfolded ride
#the story of the dishwasher in Africa