By a great lady named Robin. Oh, be advised. This story might ‘bug’ you.
My brother, Rich, laughed at my
post and we talked about another
possibility of, “Why did the praying
mantis cross the road?”
The grandies and I were on a
flashlight hike, searching for
bugs, spiders, and scary things.
We stopped to look at this brick wall.
The cement ledge is where we have
sometimes left a midnight snack
for a friendly squirrel who lives
in a tree close to my apartment
building. It was Kyah who
exclaimed, “Look! There’s
a playing mantis!” We did
not correct her, she is only
five and learning how to
pronounce her, “R’s.”
Inside, I am proud of
how she has become
much more social
So, this praying mantis
looked back at us, listened to
speculations about cold weather,
with Landen being concerned and
wanting to save his life and bring him
inside. We talked about this and
pondered about hibernation.
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