A few weeks ago, I noticed a strange lump under my porch light — like a carved nut stuck to the brick. Curious, I found out it was a praying mantis egg case, silently waiting for spring.
I’d glance at it with my morning coffee, then forgot about it — until one day, the air around the porch seemed to hum. I looked closer and froze. Hundreds of tiny mantises were hatching, shimmering in the sunlight, filling the porch with life.
It was pure magic — a quiet reminder that even the smallest creatures know when it’s time to awaken and begin again.
