S remembered that I had bought him a plastic container for small pets the last time he caught a praying mantis. He dug around in the garage and found it...
Then we went to my parents' to get a hoe and a bug catcher contraption I had given to Amy.
We swung by a near-by park to look for nice soil and branches for his little habitat. (I refer to most insects as a "he". Unless it's a ladybug, then that's a "she".)
Saturday, we fed the mantid a bee (w/ fresh pollen). I wonder if that make it more delicious?
Sunday the mantid ate a cricket that was visiting S's parents' house. It was really, really, juicy. I was kind of grossed out.
Their mouths are scary. It's like they have hands on their mouths to help them eat. Imagine you're in a pie eating contest with your hands tied behind your back. You just lean your face toward the pie, but then you discover that there are little hands next to your mouth to scoop and turn the pie dish.
Insects are cool.
But I'm glad I'm human.
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