Don't Worry, They'll Come to You

We left the house this morning to go pick blackberries. On the way out of the house we noticed the praying mantis Matthew caught a few days ago had escaped from his plastic container. We did a look through the house but couldn't find it so decided we would have to find it later.

Fast forward an hour post picking and I pit-stop to change Michael's diaper. As usual he had been playing like a gem in the middle living room floor. He can't crawl yet so I seldom worry about him putting things in his mouth because we keep things out of reach. Well, if you can't go to them, they will come to you. You know, things like a praying mantis. When I laid him down to change his diaper I noticed something kind of green and stringy in his mouth. I couldn't identify it at first. It wasn't until I did a swipe of the roof of his mouth that I found the leg and could clearly identify the other parts and pieces I had extracted. I didn't know what to say other than dry heave.

I'll spare you the pictures.

And to think, we all survived childhood.

Can you imagine how excited Michael must have been to have something crawling to him? I can only imagine the effort required to catch it, paw it from fist to fist and then devour. Wow.