A grasshopper, a centipede and a praying mantis walk into a bar....

Yesterday I get a call from Gene informing me he'd captured a praying mantis somewhere along his day and had it in a coffee can for me.

Yes, he is 7, why do you ask?

So he stops by, and I release ms mantis back into the wild. The "wild" being our tree in the front yard.

She immediately went into a "cleaning" routine that I found really fascinating. She would lick her "paw" just like a cat and clean her head.

I'm sure she was resting because it was probably a heck of a ride.

Finally, after a while, we're just talking, laughing and sharing a few old jokes.

Sadly I still don't know the punchline. Probably something about chewing your mate's head off. We're tight like that.