As Mitsuko and I were about to bid farewell to each other at Nara Station a bemused salaryman crept up and pointed to her leg. Slightly fearful that he might be some sort of pervert, it turned out he had spotted a kamakiri (praying mantis) clinging to her jeans for dear life. The poor creature was near death and after planting it safely under a bush we had to leave it. Perhaps she was merely full after eating her husband! Who knows.
