We had a friend in the ferns by the front door this afternoon.
His (or her) large eyes scanned our movements, tilting its head in our direction. It even climbed on Jeb’s hand and hung out with him for a little while.
I can’t help but feel like I’m in the company of an ancient alien whenever I encounter a praying mantis. It’s with curiosity and awe that I take it as a good omen to have this insect at my door.