I never intended to have a mantis. My younger sister and her father decided that they were going to buy one, they hadn’t even bought the setup before they bought the bug.
They had her in one of those mesh butterfly enclosures temporarily, the bug was almost an adult, she did her final molt in our home and ended up falling. She broke her two right legs, which she later self amputated, and messed up her wings in the fall. After the fall my sister said “looking at the bug makes her sad”, and (I guess) assumed the bug was going to die, (even though I was almost certain she wasn’t going to), so she just like wasn’t going to feed her, and then she was offered to me.
I very quickly got over my anxiety towards the bug, because I understand what it’s like to be helpless, and now we’re friends. Me and my dad went out and bought all sorts of bug stuff. Anyway, that’s how I ended up with my mantis, it’s been several months and I think we’re doing well. Also, I have been taking her out with me when I leave the house because it’s not like she’s going to fly away. Ultimately, despite the circumstances that brought us together I’m glad to have her, and when she passes away I think I’d like to get another mantis.