This is the shed skin from my big brown mantis from last month. I don't know why I like to keep the skins for awhile. They are a perfect replica of the insect, down to the antennas, the mouthparts, and even the claws and toes. And while the notion of a skeleton is sometimes associated with death, an exoskeleton is evidence of life and growth.
In any case, Michael hates seeing these things lying around, so I think it's time to bid this fine specimen a fond farewell. I have this nice picture to remember her by.