This morning I dreamed there was a praying mantis eating my face. I’m glad there was no on in my room because I would have hit them when I woke up flailing my arms frantically trying to get it off.
I’m not even really scared of praying mantis in real life though. They seem cool to me. Well, except the cannibalism after mating thing. That’s kinda a downer.
Hey good talk ya’ll.
