bee eating cicada. it's a sad thing to be a nymph underground so long, feeding on root nectar, waiting and growing, finally to emerge and break out of your dirt-crusted shell and directly stung and devoured by bee. others linger and sing songs, and some survive to burrow again, honeyfull and ready to sleep in the quiet earth.

postscript. word bird girl r. informs me that indeed this is not a bee, duh, it is in truth a cicada killer wasp, who preys upon the magicicada.