While chatting with a friend on the phone late yesterday morning - or was it early afternoon? - anyway, while I was chatting I was pulling weeds. Some people like to smoke on the phone, some people pace, but I pull weeds.
I had a nice big handful so decided to walk them down to the yard waste dumpster, conveniently located at the end of my lot. I walked out there, picked up the door to throw the stuff in and then noticed this:
They were everywhere! And I almost touched one! I'm a girl so squealed like one and then ran to get the camera.
I grew up in the country and have never in my life seen baby praying mantises (manti?) . . . they are even freakier than adult ones. Ugh. I have it in my head, though, that they're good bugs to have, like they eat mosquitoes or something, so I won't complain. I won't be using the dumpster until I'm sure they've graduated college and moved into their own homes, but I won't complain.