I was driving my car down Main Street to pick up my sister for our weekly date. Something like this:
Then the light turned green and we sped away. Always obeying traffic laws, of course. That little passenger must have had somewhere specific it was trying to go, because it stuck to my windshield like I was taking it to a cricket breeding ground where it would be crowned king, or queen, and be fed willing sacrifices for the rest of eternity. Little Mantis lost ground a couple of times, sliding around corners or when I stopped, but it did not let go.
I carried that passenger for almost a mile before it found its happy hunting grounds.
A week later, another Praying Mantis stuck itself to my car. No lie.
My daughter was again in the car with me when I pointed to the second passenger and said, "No way!"
She watched its precarious position with me for a few blocks before saying, "Mom, you know why they like our car don't you?"
"Uh..." I said, because I'm intelligent.
"Because it's a Leaf!"