we all have different measures of success in life. but sometimes you find yourself saying a sentence that joins what would seem to be disparate elements into something that just sounds, well, fabulous and grand.
some say, "brad pitt bought me this emerald to commemorate my academy award nomination!"
some say, "i was happy to further america's awareness of gay and lesbian parenting by saddling these innocent children with david crosby's DNA!"
but i say, there are baby praying mantids all over my indigo plants.
keep dreaming those dreams, people. they do come true.
you have already met egon (above.) now, meet gary, tucker, and jawanda.
i should explain that, for pest control, we did purchase some praying mantis egg sacs. i think this is how we got into this predicament. the egg sacs have been in a covered vase in our kitchen windowsill for a few weeks. and when i woke up this morning and came out to make coffee, i was faced with, more or less, this:
ben and i then ran around in various stages of déshabille until we got the camera, some clothing, and the vase, and went outside to start distributing mantis babies.
this is liesl...
and this is hieronymous...
and obviously this is just a second picture of hieronymous.
well, we are more or less in heaven. ben was a little tentative at first, but now he is missing them, while he is at work.
two hundred tiny hats, coming up.