Great little tale in The NY Times today about a man in NYC riding a city bus who found a praying mantis on his book. Fearing the insect’s certain death if not rescued, he writes, “As the bus continued on, I saw a green patch of garden but no bus stop nearby. Approaching the driver, I asked if he would please let me out. …I carried the mantis still wandering over my hands and my book to the edge of the plantings. It seemed reluctant to leave me, but I soon urged it onto the first available leaf.” That is the end of the story and such a nice story it is.
