Every morning, we wake up to discover hundreds of empty nymphal cicada cases and adult cicadas just chillin’, waiting for their exoskeleton and wings to harden. After a few hours, they start flying up, up, up into the high trees. Soon, they will work together to create a wall of sound, find mates, lay eggs and die. Their offspring will fall from the trees, burrow into the ground and feed for another 17 years. I will again be there to witness their emergence – next time with a better camera. Editor’s notes: Marianne Alleyne is interested in how biological systems can lead to innovative d...