Cicada

When I was young I grew up on the edge of town in the country. We use to listen to the Cicadas making their buzzing sound all day and late into the evening, the few kids that grew up in the neighborhood use to look for the skins after they shed them and every once in a while you would get lucky and find one hanging on the trees, today I found this little guy next to my porch.

Bonus, I found it and it's shell.