‘a cicada larva, dead now, that had been unable to escape from its carapace’

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Blue Mountains, fauna, the present

Its upper part—the face—was almost black, though, whereas the carapaces have all been a uniform grey-brown, which is hard to dissociate from the soil they have just tunnelled through. And shinier, this one, too.

(David Brooks, ‘Cicada season’,The Long Paddock)