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In my early 20s, I had a "pet" praying mantis. I raised her from a pup. Ended up with an egg case in a terrarium and suddenly had about a thousand little killers to feed. They ate each other until I could wingless fruit flies for them, then graduated to what I could catch. I'd come home from work at dawn and before going to class would go out in the yard with jars to catch bugs.

I know it sounds weird but she knew me, had the run of the house and I always had to check that she wasn't on me when I left the house.

I named her Diana, after the goddess of the hunt (this was years before Princess Diana was even born, I think) and she lived until, after her final moult, when she should have mated and laid eggs.
 

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