Such small things interrupt the monotony of my daily routine.
This morning I went outside and found a tiny praying mantis. I'm surprised I saw it at all as it measured less than one centimeter. I brought him along in the car, just to look at him a while longer. In fact, I have to admit that I found myself quite mesmerized, that is until the little guy went away. I'm curious, has anyone heard any cultural stories about praying mantises?