When I saw a big cicada on our hops trellis, I was excited. I called the boys over to look at it, thinking my little bug hunters would be fascinated.
I thought I’d probably have to talk them out of catching it in the bug house.
Joe took a look at it and said ‘oooh’ before running off to pick grapes.
Jake didn’t even look at it. He just ran after Joe.
I remember seeing cicada skins all the time as a kid. We’d normally only find the empty shells but occasionally we found an actual cicada.
That was cool and awesome and incredible.
This is the first time I’ve seen one in years. I know they are out there because we hear their song all the time.
The sound reminds of my childhood.
I find it soothing, peaceful even.
And, with the frogs, crickets and cicadas…we have quite the symphony in our own backyard.