I have been collecting dead cicadas I have found over the past few years. I love the wings they are so pretty and delicate.
A while ago I found a beautiful specimen on the path in front of me... I bent down and reached my hand out, to my surprise it didn't fly away. I picked it up and took it into my office, I opened all the doors and windows and thought to myself if it purks itself up it can fly away and if not...
I went to the kitchen to get a coffee and came back and heard a horrid noise. I had stood on the cicadia, I felt sick and so very mean. It had flown from the table onto the floor and not out the window as we'd planned.
Months and months later I still think of that poor cicada.
(the above wings are not from the cicada mentioned).