There is a grasshopper on the porch ceiling.... he's hanging there, upside-down right near the back door. Been there since this morning, possibly he got up on the porch to get out of the rain? And instead of walking on the porch, I'm guessing he decided to just climb the porch as if it were Mount Everest. What else do grasshoppers have to do on rainy days?
I thought of taking the broom and sweeping his little green self right off the ceiling. His legs are so delicate, though, and I know the broom wouldn't be too kind. One whisk of that broom and I could have a handicapped grasshopper on my conscience. That would result in Mickey Kitty capturing him and then chomp-chomp-chomping on it for an early afternoon snack. Bad grasshopper karma for both myself and Mickey.
I guess I'll just leave the grasshopper right where he is.... there have been worse things on that porch. Like scorpions and tarantulas, for instance. I'll just thank my lucky stars that it's only a grasshopper and I'll hope that it doesn't lose its grip on that ceiling and fall on top of my head as I'm walking out of the back door.
I sound like 'Chicken Little' here......... the sky is falling, the sky is falling..... and it's raining grasshoppers.
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