when I was a kid, I was sent to “Nature Day Camp” every summer (I think my mom was just looking for a way to get me out of the house… Oh, and that was about the only day camp option in the nerd-town that I grew up in.)

We would collect the cicada skins/shells that could be found clinging to tree trunks, or sometimes on the ground, and we would attach them to our shirts and display them proudly! The shells were hooked just enough that they easily clung to a t-shirt. As a result, I have always had a fondness for cicadas, particularly because of their great “song of summertime”.