When I took Limo out for his constitutional this evening, I had a good look around, as usual, and I was fascinated by a phenomenon that I have not seen before. When cicadas are ready to metamorphose to their final stage, they leave the safety of their underground lairs and climb a handy structure, latch on, and split their skins to emerge as the imago (adult) stages. What was so special about this one is that a second one apparently found that the choice that the first one had made, for a location in which to complete this process, was so ideal that it followed suit exactly and latched on to the husk of its predecessor. Although it looks, at first glance, like some hanky-panky was going on, ‘twas not the case.
Last August I had the chance to observe a few in the process of emerging; they always, I believe, do this at night, probably because they’re safer from predation.