Well, his name might not actually be Cereal, because there was a big debate and nothing was decided. The options were between: Pointy, Praying Mantis, and Cereal (of course). And since the other names were so boring, I decided that I can say his name is Cereal, because WHY NOT? Even though mostly we just call it, IT.
(My kids are never very creative when it comes to naming things. This sort of annoys me. For example, say they have a stuffed animal that is a black kitten. They'll name it either Kitty or Blackie. Even though I'm right there saying, "Why not name it Biscotti? Or Cleopatra? Or Flappy-Doodle?" And the kids all look at me like I'm stupid and go on calling things Kitty and Blackie. It's kind of sad.)
The whole idea of having a pet praying mantis is, in my opinion, extremely stupid. What with my tremendous dislike of the entire bugdom, and the fact that my children are even afraid of things like fruit flies, I don't know what Husband was thinking when he bought a plastic "insect habitat" and decided to keep something that looks like this:
in my house.
(Ok, I'm super creeped out by that picture. Does that creep anyone else out? Because I feel like screaming now.)
So far my kids are fascinated by Cereal the praying mantis. Husband fed it some other bugs this morning, which was, obviously, the highlight of breakfast. You know, if you like watching small things get devoured in a violent manner. Which, apparently, my kids do.
I seriously hope it dies. And soon. And that it's not replaced by something even more gross. Like a tarantula or something (that my kids would probably name Spidey).