Hanging Around - Day 3

So I mosey on home from work this morning to find my little green friend still hanging out, upside down. When I left last night I checked on him and saw him hanging horizontally. I guess he didn't like that.

I've named him Simon. Why Simon? I don't know. I was just thinking about what my name would be if I was a mantis, and I think it would be Simon.

I was still wondering what he's praying for, so I decided to ask him.

"Hey Simon, what are you praying for?" I asked.

He looked to me, shook his head and began to yell.

"I'M A FUCKING INSECT YOU DUMBASS! I HAVE THE BRAIN THE SIZE OF SKIN FLAKE! DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK I HAVE THE COGNATIVE ABILITY TO THINK, MUCH LESS BELIEVE IN A GOD AND PRAY TO HIM? GO TO WORK, FATASS!"

I then pondered what Simon would think of a can of Raid sprayed in his direction, but I realized, if I was just hanging around, would I want to be analyzed by a slack-jawed yokel? Of course not.

So there is to be no more pondering of what Simon is doing. He's just hanging out. I'll continue to give updates on him though, because right now he's the most interesting part of my blog.