Sunday, August 09, 2015

Cicada: From The Darkness To The Light

     If cicadas thought as humans think, they might assume, upon their metamorphosis, that they have become angels: once a a tobacco-colored, burrowing sap-sucker, they emerge into the light to become winged creatures in pale colors outlined in black, with red or green highlights.

     On the other hand, they are bugs and their mental processes are not so complex; still, when Tamara and I noticed a largish, dark-colored bug crawling slowly and painfully up a chive stem, we recognized it for what it was: a cicada, newly emerged and looking for a place to grab on and find out what happens next!
     Sure enough, we we returned it had come out of its old skin.
A little blurry -- I didn't want to get too close.
    You can see the crumpled-up wings, which will slowly smooth out and harden--
     Hours later, the cicada hangs on with one set of legs, waiting patiently.

     Eventually it was ready to fly and the next time I looked, it was gone.  I added the empty carapace to my windowsill army while the cicada sang from the next yard over, one voice among many.  Some people don't like their calls, but if you'd spent your childhood in the dark and dirt, and emerged to a sunny afternoon and the power of flight when you grew up, you might sing, too!


Fuzzy Curmudgeon said...

Feeling better, this morning? Hope so.

Thomas W. McCord said...

Sing Cicada, Sing!
Joyful Sorrow is your Song
Winds Blow, River Flows

Keads said...

Nice! Thanks for that.

Jennifer said...

A part of me loves them. They break out of their own cages. I'm thrilled and still terrified of the cicada killers. Circle and all.