Cabbage Patch... Mantids

A week in Vegas served me well, and now I'm back to haunt your reader feeds and computer screens.

To reward your patience: 

About a year ago, I started finding grown-up praying mantises. I recalled my father telling me that Praying Mantises are the T-Rex of the insect kingdom, eating any garden pest they can catch. So, naturally, I started carrying around a little tupperware, catching mantises, and putting them in my garden. When it rains, they come visit the dry part of the garden wall right outside my patio door:

I did not plan for the whole "babies" thing.

So I came home from grocery shopping yesterday, and lo! There is a little green spot on my garden gate! Being a curious and inquisitive type, I looked super close and it was a wee baby mantis.

I ran inside, scaring the heck out of Kitty (who does not like being vaulted over), grabbed the phone, and called Mr. Undomesticated, and gushed.

I am not sure how to put a diaper on this thing.