I read somewhere that the female praying mantis rips the male?s head off after she has sex.
Reads it like it?s just a fun little nature fact too.
No warning. No apology. Just science casually dropping trauma on you.
As soon as I read that, I said out loud
Fuck that!
Absolutely not!
If I were a male praying mantis, I?d be living alone, minding my business, and taking care of things myself for the rest of my natural life.
You wouldn?t catch me flirting.
You wouldn?t catch me making eye contact.
You wouldn?t catch me walking past her leaf.
Nope.
I?d be in hiding in my corner leaf apartment watching TV.
She looks nice, but I enjoy my head attached.
Imagine the confidence in that female mantis, too.
She?s not even tricking you.
No candles. No music. No lies.
Just
Come here? and also you?re not leaving until I am finished with you.
Meanwhile, the male mantis is sitting there thinking.
Well, this might be worth it!
No sir.
That is not confidence.
That is poor decision-making.
That?s nature telling you some risks are not worth the reward.
People say humans have it rough in relationships.
At least dinner and sex don?t involve decapitation.
So yeah.
If reincarnation is real and I come back as a praying mantis, don?t worry about me.
I?ll be over there.
Alive.
Quiet.
Head firmly attached painting pictures on the backs of the leaves that i can?t eat!
????????????????...and that's callin' it like it is!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Canadian artist & digital troublemaker Colin John Cook shares his louder-than-life, awkward, and honest-as-hell stories. Packed with humour, real talk & creative insights in a no filter, digital comedy space that laughs at life & calls it like it is. He is also the Founder and President of
The Hidden Gallery - Art Studio & Micro Theatre
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