I have a great praying mantis memory...no actually, I have two- but only one I can share with you on this public board...
My sixteen year old can be such a girly girl- cheerleader blood, present since birth. She was always scared to death of bugs- the type of scared where she would run across the yard screaming and holding out her arm to get to me, whereever I may have been- so that I could smack the mosquito off....just so long as she didnt have to touch it herself. She was a precious little girl, though, two three years old. Just scared to death of any type of creepy crawly. (even now, she loves to go fishing, but will only use corn or hotdogs as bait- no worms)
I was driving down the road, she was strapped into her carseat, I had an old station wagon, no A/C, windows down- with cranks, not automatic buttons to push from the front seat. Heavy traffic, main road and she starts screaming BLOOD-curdling screams. Someone just shot my baby type screams.
I look back there, and there is a praying mantis hanging onto the window for dear life--- reaching its front leg in to grab on to ANYTHING...including the car seat that is just out of reach...I couldnt stop, traffic was too heavy, I could not get over- nobody would let me get over..and she just kept screaming..
When I finally could stop, she was in a mock asthma attack, and covered in sweat. Poor little baby.
To this day, if I show her a picture of a praying mantis she almost passes out.