And of course I did not have my camera. I am innocently sitting outside when I feel something on my hand. I look down and gasp, because the top of my hand is covered with what appears to be a very scary looking giant wasp, but it is so brilliant and beautiful! It feels soft and feathery. I stand up slowly and hold my hand out, hoping it doesn't sting. It flies up and away, then turns around and heads back for me, so I gently blow on it, and the wasp takes off for good. Whew! This might explain all the cicada shells! My daughter has collected a number of the shells and saved them in a glass jar, mixed up with dried rosebuds. Her own artistic expression. Hopefully the cicada killer won't land on me again. That creeped me out, although I still can't believe it felt that soft and gentle. The wings were like feathers. How cool is that?