A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
A praying mantis jumped on my glasses one morning on my way to pick up my first music class.
I tried to shake him off but he was determined to stay. I carefully picked him off and put him in the grass.
I guess he wanted to come to music class. It is the best class of all.
Since he is a praying mantis, maybe he was in the mood for some good old gospel country sing-ins. (Ouch! Sorry. I can do better. It’s early and I’m waiting for coffee to kick in.)