I was innocently in my room watching an episode of South Park (the lastest one with the whales and the Japanese- very weak, I hated it) when I was suddenly dive-bombed by my own kamikaze. I swatted it out of the air and onto the bed. I was surprised to find a decently sized mantis praying back at me. If it had stayed in place for 5 seconds more I think I would have the most epic picture of us, I was going to prepare to spar with it. I think it would've been my most momentous self-timed picture ever.
The dream has not died yet, because the bug (
biche in Spanish) has not died... yet. I am allowing it to sit on my wall but this shall not serve for the night. Can you imagine that thing prodding my nostrils with it's little arms. No, that mantis shall exit my room, even if it means feet first. I want to respect life, but this jerk made the first move.
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