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cicadas are so bizarre. When I look at one, I feel like I'm looking at a creature transported by a time machine 300 million years into the future.
When we had the big brood of them a few years back, I was distressed to see them drilling into a young sapling I had just planted so they could lay their eggs. Then I was fascinated to see other eggs hatching and the tiny little worms dropping out of the tree and onto the roof of our car. You would never notice the larvae, except you could see the trails they left trough the dew on the roof of the car, and there at the end of each trail was a tiny little squirming larvae.
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