The cicadas were out in force this morning and I found one alive and took it into my hand and spoke lovingly to it. I think they are so cute and definitely defenseless.
My cicada crawled around on my hand for awhile as I talked to it and then, in about an hour I released him onto a tree and watched him crawl toward the top.
I imagine he wanted to get to the top of that tree so he could sing.
I love these little creatures and it is sad that they come around only so many years. I wish they would appear every year. Of course I tend to love everything …. animals, birds, bugs — you name it.