My dog was digging around in the yard by the patio tonight, when something caught his attention. I assumed he found a mole, so I pulled him back and checked out the little patch of dirt where he was sniffing. I didn't see anything at first, but then I noticed a little cicada grub, covered in dried mud, clumsily crawling toward some crumbled-up leaves. I've seen plenty of cicada shells before, but I've never seen one pre-molting. I was going to leave him where he was, but then I thought, no, this guy shouldn't have to start his new life hooked onto a twig in the grass or clinging onto a fence post. So I scooped him up and found a better spot. Here he is perched on the trunk of an O'Rourke, starting things out proper.