Praying Mantis
We have a new pet. A adolescent praying Mantis Nicole found in the bathroom this morning. I’m afraid he may have gotten a healthy dose of roach and ant killer and may not make it. But, we’re all pulling for little Vladito (I’ve named him in honor of this guy). I’m watching him right now in his makeshift vase-home and he’s stumbling around like a little stick drunkard.
Nicole found a place that sold wingless fruit flies but by the time she made it home, they were all cooked and dead from the heat. I fed him a dead fly with tweezers as mother internet suggested. I flew it around his little home making wingless fly-like sounds, or what I imagined them to sound like. It worked, and was pretty cool.
When he got off the tallest of the sticks and went to the bottom of the vase tweezers were not an appropriate feeding tool. I came up with the as of yet un-patented, synthetic hair-pin stabbed wingless fruit fly feeding device. Said fly was attached to said hair with gushy fruit fly guts. I waved that around for a while. Vladito pulled the fly off the hair, but just dropped it to the ground.
Now he’s sitting on the internet suggested wet sponge cleaning his head and antenna with his arms.
Is my life not the most glamorous and interesting thing you’ve every been exposed to? Maybe later I’ll be inspired to write about the big chunk of metal that came flying through our kitchen window last week.
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