Humorous back story... At work, when we encounter a bug of some sort, they wind up in one of the ink fountains. Those are the rules set forth by my operator, who is even more of a sick, twisted bastard than I am. Well, we were ponderin' just the other day what would happen if we ever had the throw a prayin' mantis into the ink fountains.
Well, sure as shootin', the next day we both saw a prayin' mantis at our respective domiciles, the first ones either of us had seen in months. We're pretty sure they had overheard our conversation the day before, and are now plottin' to kill us. These were just scouts sent out to find us...
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