So there I was, walking through the back yard to the garage, and there’s this ear-splitting screech right at ear level. Normally the cicadas are high in the trees, filling Austin with that noise that sounds like heat feels, but this one was on a low-hanging branch. Even so, I never would have found it if it hadn’t rustled its wings from time to time, making a dry paper crumpling sound. I tried to video it with the phone, to see if I could catch it buzzing, but it saw me and backed up behind a branch instead. Oh well.