One night in bed watching TV, a female praying mantis decapitates the head of its mate while copulating. They call her a wicked seductress and a cannibalistic lover, like a Siren from the deep, pressurized warmth of the sea. Bright green oozes from the nub where his head once was; he squirms, still trying to loosen her grip. She holds tighter with long limbs. You wonder if this is always the case. You read once that Sirens are sisters to Manatees and Dugongs. You feel more like the friendly sea cow; your loneliness echoes long, sharp and hollow as you lay and wait.