It's amazing how well this Praying Mantis blended into our Gorillas in the Mist grass (Daddy's first job on his Honey-Do list when he gets back: mow the grass. I would do it but why? He's perfectly capable...and better at it, I might add.). It looked just like another blade of grass. I'm not sure how I even noticed it. It will probably meet it's death either by boy feet, pestering dog or aforementioned lawn mower blade, but it's still pretty cool looking.
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My nephew had a praying mantis as a pet. His name was Muffin. (the praying mantis, not my nephew) He kicked the bucket a few months ago but Luke LOVED watching that thing for hours.
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