Dear Molly, You would visit Grammy Ginny in late August every year. In the evenings, after a day at the beach and then a dinner featuring sweet corn bought off the back of a pick-up truck on the way home from that beach (2nd Beach) you would squeeze the last drops of play out of the cool evening by running around her beautiful gardens in advanced imagination. One particular evening you came around the side of the base of the second story deck face to face with the biggest praying mantis you’ve ever seen. She was regal. You’ve never seen another so impressive.