The house was quiet, everyone was asleep, and I heard a strange noise that drew me to the window — Horror movie style.
Not seeing anything I sat back down, but still felt as if I was being watched.
In the spring, in my quest to garden, I purchased an egg sack of Praying Mantids. They were advertised as fabulous organic insecticides, if you could keep them alive. As I was leaving the store one of the men working behind the counter said, "Beware. They're like the Highlander. They're incredibly territorial and will eat one another until there's not a single one left."
Unfortunately, when they hatch, they're also incredibly small. I saw one, about the size of my pinky nail, climb under a lavendar bush at the beginning of summer, and have seen not a trace of one since. I'd assumed my purchase was an eight dollar loss.
Sure that I was being watched, my eyes skimmed the window once more. Sandwiched between the office refleted glass and the dusty old sceen was this: