Jason Momoantis
Charlie had had enough of the sweltering Arkansas soup known as July air, so MacDuff and I were heading out for his daily dose of two wheeled therapy. We were mounting up when a shrill little voice pierced my eardrums; "HEY! WHATCHOO THINK YOU DOING, MANG?" I looked down to find a tiny preying mantis sitting on the tank of the Honda, so I said "we were going for a ride, as if it's any…