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| Poem by E.E.Cummings. |
The grasshopper nearly landed in the pot of hot soup on the stove. I took one look at it, jumped nearly as far as it did. It was huge!! Eiooww. At least it was a grasshopper and not a flying cockroach.
I used to have great fun playing with crickets and grasshoppers as a kid. I don't do that now, but I hold no desire to catch them anymore. Rather they hurry up and fly away, out of the flat.
Went over and it didn't move. Picked it up and gently placed it outside the balcony ledge where it should hop over in the direction of the cooler night air instead of straight back into the heat and fire.
11 comments:
bye bye snack.
Hey I suddenly got two of those in the last two days in my home too!
i've got tons coming in too!!! i tell u, my dogs r having great fun.
but babe, u eat them! what's your problem???!!! *evil smirk*
u still managed to get a shot of it?
anon x + phil: hahahahah!! i do. but they ain't flying when fried in the wok along the streets!
dawn + jazzgal: must be the rain.
cavalock: i'll brave wind and fire to capture a good photo no matter how.
I would have done the same! SCREAM.
i think i'll catch them and play!!! feed the fish...
eeeek! it would probably give me a good fright but nothing grosses me out more than a pale lizard staring at you with his beady eyes!
ewwww ahhhhh....grasshoppers!!!!
*run away in horrified disgust*
ew they freak me out too. but not as much as lizards, and same thing, it's only the past years that i got squeamish on them.
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