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Praying Mantis Attack!

19/11/2012

 

I didn’t really leave my cardigan at the dairy. I wouldn’t do a thing like that. Nor did I ride there without wearing my bicycle helmet. I have a cute bicycle helmet – it’s got flowers on it. But I figured that this was a comic, and I was allowed to bend reality a little. I did get a praying mantis stuck up my sleeve and I scratched it to pieces. It was gross, and now I am a little nervous whenever I put on a shoe or an item of clothing that I haven’t worn in a while. I just tried on a cardigan yesterday and there was a snail up my sleeve. That’s what reminded me of the praying mantis. And the mantis reminds me of the time that I leaned up against a hedge and a stick insect wiggled its way down the back of my shirt…

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  1. Trich permalink
    19/11/2012 9:15 pm

    Where have all the stick insects gone? I never see them anymore and yet my childhood was riddled with them. And katydids.

    • Sarah Laing permalink
      20/11/2012 6:54 am

      I don’t see them here, but there were lots where I used to live in Wellington. I don’t even see wetas around here.

      • Carol Brown permalink
        20/11/2012 12:39 pm

        On a bus, I felt a sudden most appalling pain in my toe. I looked at the sole of my shoe expecting to see a shard of glass but there was nothing. I removed my shoe and depending from my big toe, through my tights, was an enormous spider. Watched by an impassive public, I screeched and pounded the thing to a pulp with a murderous intensity that came from I know not where. Later, at work, I experienced all the apparent, though fleeting, symptoms of imagined arachnid poisoning. I shook my shoes for a good six months thereafter.

  2. 21/11/2012 1:59 pm

    I think you’re allowed a little artistic licence in your own comic!

    I shuddered reading this – I would have been screaming like a demented thing if I’d found a bug in my clothes. My older brother used to stuff insects down my clothes! If the bugs died as I swatted them away, I’d be afraid for months that they’d send their kind back to get me – karma warriors….

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