While picking tomatoes this morning, Justin and I found a friend waiting for us on the back patio.I have to admit to being pretty close to hating grasshoppers. They used to swarm the country roads we lived on in my childhood. Had it been up to me, I would have retired my trusy pony.... er... bike during August and stayed off the road, far away from their creepy wings and erratic jumping patterns. But my mom would force me outside for hours on end (I know.... ironic, huh? Now I understand her logic) and I would have them on my shirt...my pants.... my spiral permed 80's hair. Ugh!
Justin, on the other hand, seems to love them. Go figure.
Let me also point out that we only saw one.