This year, the grasshoppers are again horrible. I actually think they’re worse than they were the last time they were unbelievably horrible. Last night, I walked out with Rita and one flew right into me and landed on my shirt. Without even thinking, I slapped it off and I guess he landed on his head and got a concussion or something because this morning, he was dead.
This happens to be the kind that seems to have hinged jaws, can open their mouths really wide. They bite and will draw blood. Look at those scaly things on his abdomen. Gross. It even looks like he has claws on he ends of some of his legs.
The worse news is that they’ll probably be here, getting worse every day, until it gets cold . . which is too long from now!