Harriet at the Newport Beach Temple
On Friday Harriet and Jack had the chance to participate in their first youth temple baptisms activity.
Jack went with the boys who left an hour later than the girls, and Pete took him so I don't have any pictures of him. Harriet left earlier with the girls and I dropped her off at the church to meet up
with the other young women and their leaders and take advantage of the photo op.
While waiting for everyone to gather, the girls noticed this praying mantis in the parking lot.
A car had pulled up dangerously close to it, so it was very much on the defensive,
waving its pinchers at the giant tire and at anyone getting too close.
A car had pulled up dangerously close to it, so it was very much on the defensive,
waving its pinchers at the giant tire and at anyone getting too close.
Our brand new and brave Young Women's President decided to pick it up (with her bare hands!)
and move it to the safety of the nearby bushes. The instant she scooped it up it bit her
leaving two small dots of blood on her finger, vampire style. She said it really hurt.
Then the equally brave Brother Sealy ( the one who grabbed the large rattlesnake out from
under a rock moments after it bit our bishop's son on a camp out last year) gently tried to
scoop it with his foot to move it. It grabbed on to his shoe and immediately began climbing
up his pant leg. He quickly got over to the bushes and shook it safely off.
With the brief drama over the girls and their leaders
left for their fun evening at our beautiful temple.






2 comments:
I can't believe how enthralled I was by the praying mantis story. Who knew they could bite like that? I didn't! I can't believe you have kids going to the temple. That is awesome! Hope you guys are well. It looks like life in CA is treating you well. (So jealous of that awesome beach house!)
Dear beautiful Harriet,
I love you always but especially in front of the temple.
I'll bet it was your sharp eyes that saw the praying mantis. What an amazing creature! And story.
Thanks for telling it,
Gramma Ann
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