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My New Roommate
With a bizarre sexual fetish
A couple of weeks ago I was outside tending to my tiny garden-in-pots on the front porch of the apartment building. I also did some pruning of a nearby shrub. (I just can’t help myself.)
I only spent about half an hour “gardening” but the temperature was in the low one hundreds (Fahrenheit). Afterwards, I came inside, took off my shirt and stood directly in front of the air conditioner to cool off. After a while I felt a little tickling on my back. At first I thought it was my long hair. I just love it when my hair tickles my bare back. But it didn’t feel like my hair. It felt instead like a bug crawling up my back.
So I went over to the wall mirror and contorted myself in order to see what was on my back and to my surprise I saw a praying mantis crawling up to my shoulder.
How freaking cool is that?!
It wasn’t a full-grown praying mantis, though. It was a baby that was not longer than an inch. After much contortion that is not normal for an old fogey my age, I managed to get the praying mantis to climb into my hand. I then took it over to a particularly dense part of the jungle in my apartment and let it loose into the dense plant growth.
I have to admit that my apartment is a jungle. It’s a tiny apartment and I have around a hundred…
