There are several large oak trees shading my deck. These oak trees are home to numerous walking sticks. Every year as Fall is approaching, walking sticks start climbing down from the oak trees, and moseying along on the railing, on the siding of the house, on the barbecue grill. Well, they're everywhere! And because I usually have the glass door open where dogs and cats can go in and out when the temperature is pleasant, walking sticks come into the kitchen at times. Sometimes, they come in carried by one of the cats! Those I try to rescue, if it's not too late. And if they lose one of their legs, they can grow a new one.
I have at times kept a walking stick among my house plants, where it did well for a short time. But, because their life-cycle is usually a year, and when they climb down from the oak trees, their time is almost up, life among my house plants was short lived.
Walking sticks are not a pest to farmers or ordinary people. They're peaceful insects feeding mainly on oak, berry, cherry and a variety of other leaves. Their days are spent motionless hanging from leaves and branches, waiting until dark to feed, disguised as a stick or a leaf.
Walking sticks lay eggs that fall to the ground, the eggs usually spending winter beneath a pile of dry oak leaves. They hatch in the spring and climb up the oak trees, and spend their time munching and growing to adulthood, laying their own eggs, coming down and expiring, completing their cycle of life.
And they're back again! I like walking sticks, though it makes me a little sad that their time is almost up. But Nature's plan can not be tampered with.