While I was trying to watch Smokey lay that first egg the other day, I noticed a cicada (I’ve seen it spelled “cikada” too and I don’t know what’s right) that was just crawling out of its shell.
It’s all the way out but very wet and fresh.
It’s looking for a safe, sunny spot (away from the lady with the camera) to spread his wings so they can dry out.
If you click on the photo below, you’ll see that his wings are drying but there are still two tiny drops of moisture on the left wing.
When I was a kid spending time at my grandma’s, they had cicada shells everywhere . . on all the trees especially. My grandma would give my sister and me each a jar and send us out to see how many shells we could find . . a contest of sorts. See why I’m so easily entertained . . it started way back when I was a little girl.
How wonderful was it to get to see a chicken lay an egg and a cicada shed his shell on the same day. How not wonderful was it to get bit by a spider?