I was cleaning up for the night, when I glanced at the window. That is when I saw it.
I had a stalker.
It was staring at me through the window.
It was a Praying Mantis.
My heart raced.
Praying Mantises scare me. I mean sc-a-a-re me. Their heads turn and watch you. They are so quick. So smart. I remember as a little girl one living on our bookcase. Now, keep in mind this is the memory of a child. It was probably really only there for one day. But this is my memory and so it lived there. Terrifying me with its presence.
Argh! You don’t think this could be the same one, do you?