Driving from southern California to southern New Mexico, on our arrival in Silver City, Chris and I met a friend at an outside cafe for lunch.
After we paid our bill, I stood up to leave and a man sitting at the next table said, “Excuse me, but do you know you have a cicada climbing up your leg?”
I glanced down and sure enough, two bulging eyes were staring up at me – a large cicada with diaphanous spring green wings was climbing up my pant leg. It was such a curious looking creature – I pulled out my camera – it posed with a serene countenance.
“Oh, thanks for telling me, didn’t even feel anything,” I replied.
It appeared the creature had mistaken me for a tree. Must have wondered what kind of strange exotic species it had landed on!
I tried to remove it from my pants, but its legs were gripping the cloth, it seemed determined to keep crawling upward. I didn’t relish the thought of a big cicada nesting in my hair, so using the opposite end of a fork I pried it loose and set it on the ground.
In some countries, this “tree cricket” might have been plucked, cooked and served for a crunchy snack. But fortunately for this determined cicada, it landed in America.
Perhaps it found another human “tree substitute” to climb, or even more fortunate, flew back to wood and leaf to continue its spirited cicada life in song.