A little story to this. In the morning, while I was cycling to work, I had noticed said Praying Mantis on my handlebars, but since I was still half asleep, I forgot it was still there. When I had to stop at a rail crossing, Mantis began to crawl up my arm, but since I was wearing my Soldier 95 DPM combat shirt, he felt at home. I flicked him off, close to some tracks. As the train went by, the rumbling ground made little fellow run like heck.
When I took my son to Karate class, this fellow climbed up on the windshield of my car. With the evening lighting, this took on an alien texture, hence the title to my posting.
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