After a few days away from home, I am banging at my computer with abandon. Thus I spot a huge praying mantis on my desk only when it reaches the keyboard. Bright green, wobbling slightly on its spindly hind legs, it holds its barbed front legs forward and swivels its head to see me better. It does not seem to be impressed by my size. I walk down to the kitchen, find a glass bowl, return to my study, push the funny insect inside, take it to the garden, and push it onto a leaf on top of a tall stalk. It obliges me all the way. Clinging to the leaf, it swivels its head around to give me another good look: “Who is this guy?”