We had a visitor the other night. Salem was running around the neighborhood later than I preferred so I went on the front porch to call for him. And there he was. Not Salem, but the mantis. He was as big as a hotdog, a tennis shoe, a light saber. I stared at him for a minute and then realized I should document our introductions. Better yet, I needed to get Jeremy out of bed to see the creature for himself.
“Oh, that’s a praying mantis. See how he folds his hands? It’s like he’s praying,” he says casually. “The female eats the male, you know.”
Not knowing whether or not our porch visitor was a boy or girl, or whether or not it was happy to see us, we decided to leave it alone and go inside. A few minutes later, Salem moseyed back home, and I noticed the mantis had left.