We were walking out to make sure our culverts were clear, preparing for a potential storm this weekend, when we heard a katydid, or cicada, call from the ground. Walking over we saw this guy seeming to call out his last buzz of the summer, winding down after serenading us most of August. I didn’t realize they were quite so colorful.

Anyway, he buzzed a few times, then seemed to stop. We figured he had moved on to that great locust tree in the sky, a good omen for cooler autumn weather.

Then the dog came by and ate him.