You know how when you’re a kid, and you tell each other stuff that might not be exactly the truth, but you tell it anyway just to scare the wits out of each other. I hung on to a lot of that erroneous information for years. Take the preying mantis, for instance. When I was in the third grade, one of my classmates told me that her uncle put on his cap one morning, and, unbeknownst to him, there was a praying mantis hiding inside, which bit him, and he died. Even though, years later, when I learned that a praying mantis does not contain venom,