In the continental US that I have visited recently, the signs of a 95% drop in the population of flying insects is something that apparently has not attracted attention or interest.
The first real job I had after Viet-Nam was in technical field service. I covered half of Missouri and all of Kansas as the guy with the tools, spares and oscilloscope to get your information processing equipment back online. In some weeks I might put in a mileage chit for over 1,000 miles.
Stopping to refuel also meant scraping the insects off the windshield while the gasoline was flowing. An absolute necessity in mid-summer.
If anybody had told me back then that you could drive from Seattle to Dallas in late June and only hit four or five bugs, I would have asked which alternate universe their planet was in.
Such was the case for us three years ago. And several round trips between Frisco (TX) and Austin or Houston. Thinking about it a bit, it dawned on me that this had been increasingly the case for some years.
I think stories about the upcoming "Insect Apocalypse" have missed noticing at least one Horse.