Friday 7 October 2011
Religious Tickles.
the following appeared in some early editions yesterday
A Praying Mantis tickled me yesterday.
It happened thus – the plants looked thirsty, I thought -you need water, I reached for the watering can and stopped.
The Praying Mantis was sitting on the handle.
I’m not scared of Praying Manti, Mantises, Mantissi….these things, but they spook me a bit; I think they know more than I do.
But my young struggling maple bush really needed a drink so I took the handle by an extreme end and carefully held it under flowing tap.
The water supply where I live is gentle, so I took the time to contemplate the early October rose that is open.
And that is when she/he/it tickled my hand.
It wasn’t a touch, neither a feel, but a calculated tickle.
The Mantis had stretched forward two articulated limbs and was independently activating them in much the same way I would use the two fingers on my right hand.
I have MORE than two fingers on my right hand by the way, but If I find my self in tickling mode it is the index and middle that I would employ.
In fact I haven’t being in tickling mode much of late……
Mental note to self – if I get a chance I should.
Maybe that’s what the Mantis thought.
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2 comments:
beautiful but the female eats the males head off when she has had her dirty way with him!x
What!!!!
That's outrageous!
Then again..
What a way to go!
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