The grasshopper that came to visit...
Sometime yesterday a grasshopper/katydid/cricket wandered into my home, lured by goodness knows what. Now it's living under my stove and rubbing it's little legs like there's no tomorrow. A nostalgic reminder of the ATL, or it was for the first 18 hours.
Now he, I guess it's a he since they are the one's who rub their legs against their wings to make sounds in order to woo. It is apparently mating season. They live 30 days so worst case scenario I have 28 more days of wooing. Isn't dude noticing that there are no females of his species in his immediate geography? Yeah, I'm ascribing more sentience than is probably the case.
Remember the sound of grasshoppers at night when you laid in the grass, looking up at the stars? Imagine that sound confined to an enclosed space, when that sound is intended to say, "yeah, baby, you know I'm the one. Why you lookin' over there baby, he can't do you like I can. I can give you some handsome strong babies. C'mon baby, who's their daddy?"
Anybody know how to get a cricket in heat from underneath a stove?