A Carolina mantis ate my brain

My kid wandered into the kitchen, to which my workroom (nee sunken family room) is open, and announced, “I hate my brain. I have something I want to be working on and it’s like ‘nope! we’re going to obsess over something else entirely!’ and I can’t focus.”

I was, even as we spoke, wiring the legs for this mantis, which my own brain had informed me “nope, we’re going to obsess over this today!” so I, uh, have no idea where that trait could have come from.