Summer of the Cicada's (kind of).

This is the summer of the cicada's. These little, slightly ugly, critters eat roots and stuff under the ground for 17 years. Then they crawl to the surface, crawl up the nearest tree, make some annoying noises, mate, law some eggs, then die. All of this for a little procreation (a slight understatement--they do lay a few hundred eggs). We actually had a few bugs that were early birds come last year.

I was going to let this little guy die and then send him to my niece (who likes bugs). Due to guilt, however, I thought, "I'll let this guy go in our front yard and just send some cicada's that are already dead." I walked to the balcony and let him fly off. We watched him fly around for a bit. The next thing we knew, a sparrow zoomed in and and plucked him out of the sky and ate him. So much for guilt....