It begins as a gentle zzzz. You think it’s the power line above your head, or maybe a passing scooter. You sip your iced coffee, adjust your sun hat, and decide you’re imagining things.

But you’re not.

Because in Greece, when summer truly arrives, the cicadas arrive too—nature’s most relentless DJs—ready to blast their one-song playlist from dawn until dusk (and if the night is hot enough, all night too, just in case you forgot they exist).