During the day, we see their dried-out exoskeletons. The later we see them buzzing lazily through the air. The first thing they do when they crawl out of the ground is molt. They find a good spot where they can latch on with no effort and then emerge from their outer casing. It’s an amazing process.
This is the year of the seventeen year cicada. While I’ve been seeing lots of holes in the ground from where they’ve been tunneling themselves out to freedom, save one exoskeleton, I’ve seen no live cicada, until today.