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. Heâ€™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, â€œHere I am ladies! Come and get it!â€ Kind of how I met my wife. Heâ€™s a little early, so I hope he finds a mate.