I am not sure if it means anything or not, but I have run into a number of cicadas over the past month.
On a float trip with Lee Sczepanski on Indiana’s Tippy in early August, we heard quite a few calling while we drifted and fished.
About the same time, the kids mentioned hearing cicadas, and they were right.
The next week, I was walking home from dropping the youngest at speech class and found one still in the hard shell crawling down the sidewalk. That was a first for me. So I picked it up and brought it back to show later to another son who was away at band camp.
Well, by the time he got home, the cicada had shed its shell. I forgot to snap a picture, but it was pretty cool in a twisted sort of way.
Then Thursday, my daughter is swinging and suddenly shouts, “There’s a cicada on the tree.”
And there was the husk pictured above stuck to the maple.
If I get around to it, i may try to get an explanation because the last big cycle of 17-year cicadas around Chicago and the suburbs was in 2007.
