Side note. I came home for lunch and let the kitty outside. He dragged down a poor helpless little grasshopper and was whacking it around. After much debate I decided to rescue it from the kitty and tried to relocate it. It. Was. Terrifying. I don't understand how I was capable of sticking my hand in a cage of 20 crickets and grabbing one by the tail to feed to our lizards when I was 9. I could barely move the grasshopper that I trapped under a cup. It's little hairy legs were poking out the bottom and I got scared and dropped it once I got to the top of the stairs. Good enough! Poor grasshopper...
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