Green Eyes and a Huge Smile

Relative to the head, anyways. I finally have inspiration for a short story. I met a cicada today. It had just molted. I found its shell. Saw its former self. But then, something odd occurred. The cicada proceeded to rest on my shoulder, and just be friendly. It tickled like hell, but walking around town with a cicada on your shoulder is certainly not something you do every day. So I'm gonna start on that.