The Praying mantis
I believe I had mentioned seeing a wee Praying mantis on my porch earlier. They do grow so rapidly! Or at least I think what I am seeing now is the same one I rescued not that long ago, guiding him (or her) off the cement platform into the garden. A week ago, Edgar was staring intently at something in the grass. At first I did not see what he was finding so fascinating, as the grass was in need of mowing and the well camoflaged creature was himself so green. There he was, "my" Praying mantis, now a "teen-ager", standing tall among the blades of grass with his hands folded in prayer before him. Edgar edged forward, sniffing at the small insect, ever so gently. This boistrous, pouncing dog of mine! As he eased forward, nose working, he barely touched the miniature triangular head. SWISH -one tiny hand swept forward, slapping Edgar right on the end of his nose. Edgar jumped back, startled. His curiosity was not dissuaded though, so he stretched his neck forw