Two Praying Mantis non-fiction short stories.The Gossamer White Praying Mantis and The Crystal Bowl:

Watercolor Praying Mantis Mandula by Hudley

Watercolor Praying Mantis Mandula by Hudley

Gossamer White Praying Mantis

A dream:  In this dream I came upon my cat Flash tying to jump up to capture and then eat a big beautiful white Praying Mantis. She was resting on some crawling rosemary in front of the house. I was focused when the Praying Mantis spoke to me,

“Do not be concerned with me and what the cat is doing!” I was concerned because I witnessed the eating of a few Praying Mantis the past summer. “I am a huntress too!” She whispered to me. “We both hunt for food and that is a wild part of our nature.”

I then realized the truth of what she said. She was not afraid of my cat nor was she afraid of death. “I know your cat. He has been hunting in this garden for many seasons, as my family has. Didn’t you see one of my babies eat a butterfly?”

I had to agree with her and I was not pleased with that.

Then a breeze blew on us and she spread her white gossamer wings and flew away. I awoke remembering this dream.

 

The Crystal Bowl

When we first moved into to our house I was amazed how the pesticides used created such an imbalance with the insects, birds, and animal in our garden.  It took me many years to reach a balance there that I have today. We once had an avalanche of crickets and black widows galore. Yet with time I befriended the Praying Mantis. This is a short story about my first encounter with a Praying Mantis. The Mantis has helped in the balance of our garden without pesticides.

One day while dusting the house, I dusted a big crystal bowl on the kitchen table. It was usually filled with fruit and vegetables. I looked outside the French widows and saw a big golden Praying Mantis resting on a white plastic chair.  She was gazing in the house at me.  Every day throughout the summer Praying Mantis would come to visit on the chair. I did not know the focus of this Mantis’s gaze. I thought maybe me. I soon found out what it was. A few weeks later I dusted the crystal bowl and reached behind it. I heard a loud screaming shriek. Looking with amazement I found a Praying Mantis there. I looked around and saw that the door was open from the back garden. She came into the house to be near the crystal bowl.  The light of the multifaceted crystal must have fascinated this Mantis.  This is only the beginning of my many experiences with the Praying Mantis from my garden.  I think our life together, on this planet, is about nature and the changing seasons.  She shows me the cycles of life, death and rebirth and affirms that I have nothing to fear!

4 responses to “Two Praying Mantis non-fiction short stories.The Gossamer White Praying Mantis and The Crystal Bowl:

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  2. I have goose bump`s, from the magic of both these stories. thank you!

  3. Jessie Martinovic

    this is a gorgeous story. Pray mantis are so beautiful, the way they turn their heads. They definitely look as though they are extremely conscious little creatures.

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