The Walls of the plane screamed in my ear as we descended toward toward the ground.
I was terrified, right there, across from me was a massive praying mantis just sitting there! Nonchalantly. A sudden chill rushed down my spine when the thought of what that mantis may do to all of us.“Dear god! Its only a matter of time until that beast rips that poor man's head open!” I pondered. “how did this d**n thing get past security, their really letting these places go to h**l” I thought. “Maybe, just maybe I’m hallucinating” I considered.
So I decided to muster up my strength and take out my flyswatter and give it a nice thrashing, I mean what could it hurt? If its not real it won't matter, and if it's real, the worse thing that could happen is... Well... I don't really want to think about the latter. I approached the monster cautiously with my swatter in hand ready to strike when the mongrel turned its head and let out a massive hiss.
After I jumped back to my seat, the d**n thing started talking, I think it said something to the extent of... “The h**l are you doing?” he questioned. “A man can't even read the paper without some goddamned freak swatting him in the face with a flyswatter.” he exclaimed. I remember thinking either it wasn't real, or I had been real prejudiced against Mantis's (or Manti, whatever). I mean I've never seen a Mantis read Rolling Stone before, I thought they only read c**p like The Huffington Post.
