Poor Little Grasshopper

You wouldn't think anything weird would happen if you just go to Subway to get some lunch.  Well, in my world, weird things happen everywhere we go.

We got out of the car, and the first thing out of my daughter's mouth was, "Look, Mom, a cute little grasshopper!"

I thought she must've been seeing things, because no grasshopper in its right mind would be sitting on an asphalt parking lot in 103 degree heat.

I walked around to take a look.  Sure enough, there was a little grasshopper.  "Leave it alone," I said.  "Let's go get some lunch."

Do you think my son listened?  No way, Jose!  Apparently a little grasshopper was just too hard to resist.  He chased that thing all around the parking lot until he caught it.   "Look, Mama, I caught it!"

"Very good," I said.  "Now let it go, and let's get our lunch."

The boy had other ideas.  He brought the bug inside.  There he was, in Subway, with a grasshopper dangling from his hand.

The lady behind the counter freaked out.  Apparently she didn't like insects.  To make a long story short, we had to chase the grasshopper around Subway before he ended up becoming part of a sandwich.  We caught him and sent him out the door.

"Go back to your field bug, or next time you won't be so lucky!" I said.

Poor grasshopper!