I was catching up on some blog reading while waiting for an email and I read Cat’s entertaining story .
In fact, I thought it topped my “mantis madness.” But Cat wants to hear about that, so…
Regular readers know I have “a thing” for wildlife. Saturday night rave-ups? Not so much… But creepy, crawly, slithery things, oh yes!
I think my mother was reasonably tolerant of my “collections” that littered the porch table, her sewing machine cabinet, various bookcases and sometimes the shoe closet. I always had some critter that I was studying.
I also think that she was ignorant of the facts on mantis reproduction. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Praying_mantis
Come to that, so was Little Miss Nine Year Old! I had collected 54 egg sacs (they looked like miniature zippers!) and kept them on a tray in my bedroom which, during some renovations I shared with my brother, then a few months old. He held nowhere near the same fascination for me.
Every lunchtime, I’d race in from school and check the eggs. I desparately wanted to see them hatch and I used up a lot of fairy wishes that “this will be The Day. ” And every lunchtime, there would be 54 eggs, still zipped tight. Disappointment!
Until…one day. The tray with its load of precious little zippers was gone!
“Maaaarm! Where are my praying mantises?” And my less-than-pleased mother pointed through the window to the tray, upside down and halfway across the lawn. Turned out the eggs had all hatched while my brother was having his morning nap and when Mother checked on him, he was covered in wriggling, green, cannibalistic insects.
I still think it was unfair of her to “remove” them like that…
Well, that email I was waiting for means that I have to head in to town. On a Saturday. Urghh! Just hope the Saab Team is not on the highway!