I have reached the age where I no longer collapse screaming into a heap when my furry babies bring a cicada close enough to fly up my face. I still creep away slowly.
I watched this happen and could not make the camera work fast enough.
Stealth hunk modes so stealthy it can’t be photographed but I tried.
Love among the leaves. Ah, summer. ♥
Okay, cheery cicada, I’ll take your clicky word for it!
Every year cicadas show up and every year I hear they haven’t been here for 17 years. IT’S NOT LIKE I CAN SPEAK CICADA, I DON’T KNOW, OKAY?
Cicadas emerge from my lawn every year. Oh, sure, they’re not the big ones, but what they lack in size, they make up in number. One almost always is chosen as ambassador and tries to greet me. It never works out. I assume they were surprised to see the tree gone as well.