These things behave really strangely as compared to other bugs.
I found one on my yard the other day and as I walked by, I saw it was following me with its head. I went back and forth to make sure I wasn't imagining it. Nope it was intensely looking at me. So I thought... Perhaps it's just assessing a predator and keeping it in sight is a useful survival instinct.
Then the mofo jumped at my face. Calculated jump and attack. I grabbed it and put it in a turned over glass and it was pissed at me and continued to stare me down.
I had some friends over and they looked into the glass too but nah thing wasn't looking at them. It was looking at me and it looked pissed.
I fed her a moth that was flying around by putting it inside the glass with it thinking... Its not going to attack the moth, mantis is probably terrified. Not a time to eat. So I thought. Damn thing proceeded to eat the head of the moth while it kept looking at me in disdain.
I had to let the thing go. It was too sentient to be squashed as a bug. So I freed it later that night and made sure I closed the garden door behind me. I don't want that thing strangling me in my sleep.
Later on. That itchy feeling when you try to call asleep. That's her..
These things behave really strangely as compared to other bugs. I found one on my yard the other day and as I walked by, I saw it was following me with its head. I went back and forth to make sure I wasn't imagining it. Nope it was intensely looking at me. So I thought... Perhaps it's just assessing a predator and keeping it in sight is a useful survival instinct. Then the mofo jumped at my face. Calculated jump and attack. I grabbed it and put it in a turned over glass and it was pissed at me and continued to stare me down. I had some friends over and they looked into the glass too but nah thing wasn't looking at them. It was looking at me and it looked pissed. I fed her a moth that was flying around by putting it inside the glass with it thinking... Its not going to attack the moth, mantis is probably terrified. Not a time to eat. So I thought. Damn thing proceeded to eat the head of the moth while it kept looking at me in disdain. I had to let the thing go. It was too sentient to be squashed as a bug. So I freed it later that night and made sure I closed the garden door behind me. I don't want that thing strangling me in my sleep.
Later on. That itchy feeling when you try to call asleep. That's her..