These little buggies are jet-black with white wings, like they’re wearing teeny-tiny tuxedos. Every summer, they come topside to play their original compositions by vibrating their tymbals in concert. How these creepy-crawlies can sound like an angelic choir, I may never truly understand, but their melodies are magnificent. Unfortunately for them, they are a favorite snack of many Lone Island fauna. In fact, in my experience their emergence is the perfect time to explore the island since many predators will have full tummies and thus be less likely to, you know, eat you.
Habitat: Out of sight, out of reach, but always within earshot, the cicadas live beneath and within the Truth-Will-Out Vine
Population Estimate: Seems like a billion gazillion in the summertime
Disposition: Moody musician types
Food Source: Aboveground, these cicadas mostly sip on the sap of the Truth-Will-Out Vine, but they will swarm and drain a Sweet Pickle Tree dry, so gaga are they over its puckered fruits