The Love Fest Begins

Walking up the driveway this evening I found this beauty emerging from his skin and drying his wings. Once every 2-3 years, this particular brood of cicada surfaces to moult their skins and mate for two weeks. Then they die. Science geek that I am, I watched him for 15-20 minutes before I had the wherewithal to go and get a camera. He’ll spend the next two weeks hopping from tree to tree advertising with that long chirp that cicadas are famous for. It translates roughly into, “Here I am ladies! Come and get it!” Kind of how I met my wife. He’s a little early, so I hope he finds a mate.

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