But I find mantids especially elegant.
Word. Gorgeous creatures. The pest reduction is a bonus.
Been waiting to tell this story: Mooping at the trash fence this year, I found a green one on his back. R.I.P., I thought, and went to put him/her into the bag. Legs feebly grabbed on the side, but no more struggle was left. So I processed this moral dilemma: The damn thing ain't gonna make it, and I can just assume the inevitable, drop it to the bottom of the bag and move on. But it's still alive, dammit! That trace of life deserves respect. But I'm not gonna try to intervene to be some sort of emergency mantis rescue person, either.
So I pulled it out of the bag and set it down on the fence, facing down to be in its own shade at least. Poored a pool of water around it, where the plastic of the fence would keep it from soaking in. Then adios, mantis.
A little further on I found another of the beasties farther along the arc o' life than the previous one. Stone dead, in fact. After my previous considering, though, I decided to leave it where it was. I was a helluva lot more out of place than it was.