A mantis landed on the rail, and it put up its dukes as one might expect of madmen or drunken Irish kooks. Why would one seek out a fair fight with someone much bigger, I shook my head and started to engage in a snigger. But then it did occur to me that he couldn't stand elsewise. So, I tried to gauge his intent, and looked him in the eyes... and he stomped me in my nether bits - much to my surprise.
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
I had the good fortune to interact with a praying mantis once. It was in the foyer of a house where we were renting a room. I was able to garner enough of its trust to help it get back outside. At the time, it seemed like a sign of good fortune heading our way, but I think the luckiest thing that happened to us was that we survived living in that tiny excuse for an apartment. I’ve been in closets that were bigger.
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