The tree we cut down the year I was 9 or 10 contained a cocoon of some sort on one of its branches. Being an avid collector of butterflies, I thought I would put the cocoon in my room and wait until spring when a large moth or butterfly would emerge. Little did I know that the cocoon was actually a Praying Mantis and was filled with thousands of miniature Mantis. The warm room sped up the incubation process and one evening I went up to my room to find it covered in half-inch Praying Mantis.
R.K. - Bath, Ohio