The simple joy of finding a cicada on the playground elicited intriguing conversation from the children.
He was easy to see on the tree.
How does it climb?
It looks like a baby one.
He’s going back to his family.
What do you think cicadas eat?
We see another one!
He just moved the pinecone!
That about flied. It freaked us out.
How about we keep looking because they’re mostly out today.
I don’t know why their eyes are so dark.