The great thing about going home to the farm is that I’m suddenly confronted with the very obvious fact that I am no longer in the city. Such was the case on a recent visit, when I noticed a butterfly taking shelter from the rain on a nearby bush. Thinking I could save it from the pounding drops of H2O, I wandered over toward the curiously still monarch.
With my nose roughly 5 inches away, squinting to discern why this butterfly seemed so disjointed, I jumped back, fast coming to terms with the fact that I just rudely interrupted a praying mantis’ lunch.
After gathering my man nerves, the next logical step was to grab my camera. After several shots, the Mantis grew agitated, apparently because I was hovering just out of reach while she ate her grub (*rimshot*). She proceeded to stare me down for several minutes, unwavering in her ninja-like gaze.
Eventually, though, she returned to her meal, the highlight of which included slurping down an antennae spaghetti-style. And yes, it was as gross as it sounds.
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Tre cool moment you witnessed. Great capture.