Cicada

We were out of town most of July and apparently missed cicada-hatching season. Small round holes dot the ground now, several inches deep, and molted cicada exoskeletons are a dime a dozen. Today, trimming a crape myrtle, I found an actual dead cicada, with delicate wings intact. Black ants, which have been more abundant than usual this year, were already feasting on it, although they proved a little camera shy. Two make an appearance in the top photo.