I almost didn't notice them, because Himself did a bunch of weed whacking out there yesterday and there was debris clinging to the fennel from that, but when one of the pieces of "debris" moved, I took a closer look and counted almost a dozen baby praying mantises, each about an inch long, on my bronze fennel. And I smelled like black licorice by the time I finished looking through there. Cool!
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