I had bad experiences growing up that I can’t even believe really happened these days. Like the time that I was about 5 or 6 walking on a trail in the field with my sisters and a grasshopper jumped in my mouth. I don’t know what my mouth was doing open. Perhaps my jaw just dropped as I saw it jumping towards me. I was trying to blow it out using all of the air in my lungs, but that didn’t work and I quickly realized that I was going to have to inhale at some point. Finally it turned around on my tongue and jumped out. What would you do if this jumped in your mouth? 
Then a year or so later there was the time I was playing outside with some “friends” and a girl I didn’t know very well put one down my shorts. I proceeded to moon everyone around until I was assured that it had gotten out. My sister’s share these feelings of mine. One of my favorite stories was when Cate was a nanny for a girl who said to her, “Cate what is that on the bottom of your sock?” You guessed it, It was a flattened grasshopper that must have been in her shoe when she put it on for the day. She had been walking around all day as it's bodily fluids began to dry and adhere to her sock and she never realized it. The sock of coarse went into the trash, because Cate couldn’t bring herself to save it. Cate just reminded me of the time she was rollerblading around Lake Harriet and there was a (in her words) HUGE grasshopper in her path. She pretty much crashed and burned to avoid the thing. These are just a very small percentage of the wonderful tales that I have stored away in my mind that will prevent me from ever having a fondness for the unpredictably jumpy grasshopper.
3 comments:
YOu were being prepped for the gross eating stuts on reality shows. The grasshoppers were plotting against you.
i did see some on the 4th of july and i thought about you. :) we thought they were cool though and tried to catch them. for the record, they were baby grasshoppers.
Ok- Here is proof that people who are very different can still be very good friends- when I was 2, in North Carolina,those bugs that only come out ever 10 years were out in force- I think they are called cicada. They are ugly just like grasshoppers. Well anyway, My aunt took me on a walk and wondered why I was so quiet, my mouth was full of something but I apperantly wanted whatever it was to stay there, she had to pry my mouth open to get the TWO cicada's out.
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