“Look, Myra-Jean, it’s a praying mantis!” I called, all enthusiasm and good-will.
Myra-Jean came over and regarded it. “It’s very large,” she said soberly.
“I know. But it’s harmless, actually. And sweet. Honey!” I called to Mike. “Come see the giant praying mantis on our cherry tomatoes!”
Mike came out. He took a look. “It’s giant, alright.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Yup. It’s also a grasshopper.”
I made a face. “Oh.”
“It’s gonna decimate that plant.”
I made a bigger face. “Really? Are you sure?”
He turned to look at me. “Ever heard of locusts?”
“Oh. Right.” I took a step back. and looked at the behemoth with narrowed eyes. “Get him off, please.”
Mike did. No fond farewells. The locust took his trade elsewhere. Gross, gross, gross.
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Um I think that’s a tierra de los ninos. I found one in our basement at school and the asst principal made fun of me for getting someone else to take care of it. UNTIL he saw it…. he thought I was exaggerating. At first I thought it was a plastic model from a science kit, but then I realized it was REAL and likely played as an extra in Stephen King movies. Shudder.
Or maybe it’s ninos de la tierra. Sorry I have no Spanish.
Wait I could be wrong. Those other things are even scarier looking.