My 8 year old daughter and I first found a green Stagmomantis californica in our backyard last August. While we were BBQing, she had climbed up the table and was literally standing on the side of the grilled meat plate. We have no idea why she would go there, but she readily climbed on to my hand was moved into our butterfly cage. We didn't know much about praying mantises at the beginning. I had no idea why she didn't have wings until I realized that juveniles don't have wings. My daughter named her Pray. We would take her out to play with, letting her crawl on our hands. We borrowed books from the library and read about mantises from this forum. We gave her a long twig so she could molt which she did one morning. Her most common food was skipper butterflies that frequented the lantana, but she ate a wide variety of insects such as flies, moths, a giant moth, grasshopper, caterpillar, lady bugs, lace wings and other insects I can't name. It wasn't always easy to find food for her so during the winter we would feed her catfood and sometimes honey. While I should have misted her cage, we usually would feed her water on my wet hands and eventually by the opposite end of a plastic spoon. My daughter loves mantises, but unfortunately we made a couple of mistakes that prevents her from holding one ever again. She was looking very closely at the mantis while she was on my hand and jumped on her face. Another time we put catfood on my fingernail and she ate it. My daughter did the same, but she moved the food away and the mantis grabbed on to her finger with the big thorny claw which made her cry. But she stilled loved mantis and would cry when I said we would have to let another mantis we found this spring go back to nature. She didn't want it to get eaten. Pray went with us on many trips in the car and our neighborhood to collect insects. She even went on a road trip to Palm Springs. We would take her with us to restaurants, malls, and stores and showed her to interested people. When we found her in August, she was already an L6 so I figure she probably lived to the ripe old age of 16 months. She laid 3 oothecas. She was dearly loved and my daughter loved talking about her. She even did a speech about mantises. But her time was coming to an end as she would take longer to catch insects, her abdomen would sometimes rest on the ground, and would fall down occasionally. Sadly the ants in the house found her weakened condition and attacked her. I thought she was dead on the ground, but when I dumped her in the hole, I saw her arm move. Almost likely waving goodbye. I had to bury her without my daughter seeing it, and then we both went to her burial spot. My daughter wanted to spay mist on the ground and then she told me Pray was her best pet and that Pray was old and lived a good life. We loved you Pray.