Once upon a time, the story goes, cicadas were human beings, before the birth of the Muses. When the Muses were born and song came into being, some of these creatures were so struck by the pleasure of it that they sang and sang, forgot to eat and drink, and died before they knew it. From them the race of cicadas arose, and they and they have this special privilege from the Muses: from the time they are born they need no nourishment, they just sing continually without eating or drinking until they die… (Sokratic Dialogues 259b-c)
Anne Carson, Eros the Bitter, (Dalkey Archive Press, 2000) pg. 139
Although I’m technically an extrovert, I get nervous around people until I get comfortable with them and sometimes psych myself out about going to social events. So what I’m saying is, I’m not really a social butterfly.
I’m a social cicada. You don’t see much of me for years and then all of a sudden, I’m everywhere and super loud and annoying. 👌
The universe began with a great outpouring of cosmic breath that has complexified over billions of years until it could burst forth as evergreen forests and alpine meadows, with their cicadas and fireflies.
Got home tonight and bae went outside to water the garden - comes back inside, tells me to check out this cool thing outside and iT’S A CICADA MOLTING ON OUR BACK DOOR
In all my life I’ve never seen this happen in real time so you bet your buckets I parked my butt right there with my phone and a clip-on macro lens to see this beautiful expedited act of puberty happen
Right when things were getting interesting, the wings comin’ out and everything the poor baby fell!!! right onto the door frame - then I panicked and wondered, do I let nature take its course? wait for a bird to come by for an easy snack? but then, no -
I put my hand out and the little soggy baby crawled right up my arm to sit on my collar, chillin’ on my sweatshirt until its lil’ paper wings unfurled - then it hung onto my finger for a sweet joyride back onto the frame of the back door
Coming back from my half/mini hiatus to show you all my new friend and his house, I call him twistedwing for obvious reasons!
Also he got some roomies later, I didn’t name em
They’re all cicadas so they like to scream