all i can barely remember from my childhood in indiana is vaguely the sound & then my plucking one of those abandoned shells off of a tree & leaving it sit on my dresser top for a couple of years.
i was too young to truly appreciate or understand what was happending then.
being remote from it all now... it sounds like an interesting experience.
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				yup, they are pure white when they come out of their shells
			
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 but your very next picture the bug is black... 
