It is the middle of August and the summer cicada's are strumming along. My neighborhood has not been infested with the batch of cicada's that crazed some of NJ this year - it WAS bad! This piece of cloth that I dyed looks like an insect to me. Every year the summer brings insects that hatch, pupate, mate, and die. The moon rises and sets a couple of times, and then they disappear again until the next cycle.