We decided he’d make a good pet, so we added grass and dirt into the jar to create a home for him. Then we covered the jar with tin foil. None of us thought to poke any air holes in the foil, so the praying mantis was dead by the next morning.
I suggested to my brothers that we have a funeral and burial for him, and my idea was met with enthusiasm. We found a clear area of dirt in the backyard, and dug a praying mantis-sized hole. On a small rock, we carved the words, “RIP beloved bug.” Someone said a few words honoring the memory of our day-long pet.
After the ceremony ended with a prayer, my brother said, “That was fun.” “Yeah,” said my other brother, “Let’s find more bugs to bury!” The rest of the afternoon was spent searching for more creatures, dead or alive, for our cemetery.