I admit. I’ve been a little out of sorts lately, and it’s more than it being August and all. It’s just — well — summer is almost over and I have yet to see my Praying Mantis. Until today!
This morning, Joe and I packed up the truck with tools and a ladder to help my niece and her fiance repair their wood deck. When we arrived at their house, and unloaded the truck, I opened up the ladder — and there he/she was. My Praying Mantis, in all of his jointed glory.
My niece’s fiance was impressed; he hadn’t seen a Praying Mantis in a long time. What’s a Mantis maniac to do? Hand over my Praying Mantis as a house-warming gift? Or, take my big-eyed beauty back home? Hmmmm, I pondered. Perhaps I needed to make like a Mantis and pray. What would Jesus do? What would a gardener do? What would Jesus do if He hadn’t seen His Praying Mantis in His garden for a long time?