A couple of hours ago, four women
and two men gathered around the
curb at the corner of Argyle and
Rokeby to watch this molting
cicada (click on the picture
for a good image).
It vibrated back and forth
and around and around while
shedding its shell. We
watched its legs come out
and tap at the curb.
We watched its enormous
eyes watch us. While we
watched, we talked about
real estate.
After lunch with her
sister (Morrissey fanatic;
molting cicada photographer),
UD returned to
the curb. The cicada was gone.