Abby walked home from school with this little guy in her lunchbox. She found him on the playground and wanted to keep him as a pet, but I wouldn't let her. I explained that he/she would be much happier on the flowers outside.
There is something magical about finding a praying mantis. Their insect qualities seem to disappear and I have always watched them with curiosity. This week they seem to be a fading reminder of summer.