“Ugh, what’s that thing?” my sister asked.
Mom replied that it was a Praying Mantis egg case. But it only looked like a brown lump on the branch. But we brought it and sat it in the kitchen window. It’d been snowing outside, cold and miserable. None of us thought about what would happen when the thing warmed up.
Wow! when we came down for breakfast about a week later the kitchen window was covered with tiny Praying Mantis. I mean really tiny, smaller than a grain of rice, there must have been thousands of the tiny bugs. We learned not to bring things like that indoors ever again.
This week Rocelle Wiseoff-Fields ‘bugs’ us once again with a worthy challenge for Friday Fictioneers
The Photo is © Shaktiki Sharma, thanks.