One of my favorite sounds of late summer is the buzz of cicadas. Even though I hear them singing to each other from tree to tree and across the street, I hardly ever get to see one. Usually the closest I get is a discarded skin. But this year, I stumbled on Lyric Cicada. Unfortunately, the reason it was moving so slowly is that an hour later it stopped altogether and went legs up. Ah, well! A sad fate for a handsome bug.
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