I've yet to encounter a cicada, but have encountered rocks, cigarette butts, and Grape Fanta.* I can honestly say I preferred the rocks and cigarette butts to the Fanta, any day.

*Fanta is a ridiculously low-quality soda brand notable for smelling artificial at twenty paces and for its trio of anorexic unconvincing drag queens, the Fantanas, which are the company's attempt at a mascot or icon or something