The other day I felt a spider running on my shoulder so I caught it in my hand. It turned out to be a baby praying mantis the size of a match head, still nearly translucent with black stripes over its joints. It was like the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. I held it in my palm and poked at it with my pinky finger, and it boxed with me for a while. I decided it was too risky to go inside for my camera and just let the little guy go in my new row of baby winged beans.
Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
Very cool! Winged beans, wing suits, sounds like you’ve got a theme going.
What do winged beans taste look and taste like?