While I was visiting my parents, I subjected them to the full praying mantis slideshow. Trust me, what I posted to the blog was but a sliver of what is fully available. Me plus digital camera plus my first mantis? Oh, there are serious pictures.
But my mother didn’t agree that this was the first.
“Of course you’ve seen one before,” my Mom said. “We had them in our yard in Falls Church.”
“No, I didn’t see one there,” I said, thinking back to the house where we lived when I was born and returned to when I started 8th grade. “We moved right after I turned three. Maybe I saw them, but I surely don’t remember.”
“You never went in any yard until you were in college and had to learn how to mow grass at the pool,” my Dad said.
Dad speaks the truth. When I was a lifeguard at Annandale Swim & Tennis, our manager assigned me the job of mowing the grass between the parking lot and the front desk. It was a small patch, not like the veritable field out back by the pool—that required a riding mower. I didn’t tell the manager that I had no idea how to start a lawnmower, pulled the cord without checking to see if the damn thing had oil in it (To be fair, at the time, I barely knew cars had oil in them…), and promptly locked up the engine.
Do you people think I’m kidding about this Inadvertent business? I have no history of yard-entering. None.
But, back to the mantis. Just after I returned from my trip, I got an email from Mom with the subject line, “We will not be outdone!”
“A praying mantis came to our house this morning, too!” Mom wrote in her email, which she sent to me and Steve. The pictures she sent were rather large, and therefore filled the screen at first opening (I’ve sized this one down for your blog-viewing pleasure).
Before I had a chance to open her attachment, Steve replied to her email. “Nice photos,” he wrote. “Although I did jump a little when the first one opened up to Pete’s life-sized face staring through the screen door.”
Weird. Praying mantis’ are nowhere to be found, and then they’re everywhere. Synchronicity is fun stuff.
Oh, and Cole? They didn’t name their mantis, either. At least not as far as I know.