I woke up this morning (well, actually, DD woke me up) around 4ish, stumbled downstairs, flicked on the light in the bathroom, and was greeted by an enormous grasshopper on the wall, right next to the light switch.
After I managed to peel myself off of the ceiling, I realized I had to actually deal with it, because there is no way DH would drag himself out of bed at that hour to dispose of a bug for me. I grabbed a newspaper and thwacked the wall, which, of course, only irritated the grasshopper, who then jumped off the wall and onto the floor. We then proceeded into this bizarre dance, me wildly whacking and screaming, the grasshopper frantically hopping and fluttering.
After an eternity of this, my cat came sauntering by, looking for an early breakfast. Since she has an excellent track record killing and eating palmettos
, I threw her in the bathroom and closed the door, sealing the bottom of the door with a towel. I tell ya, I knew I kept her around for 15 years for a reason. She definitely earns her keep.
Is there a support group for survivors of grasshopper attacks? I still have the heebie-jeebies, 4 hours later.
After I managed to peel myself off of the ceiling, I realized I had to actually deal with it, because there is no way DH would drag himself out of bed at that hour to dispose of a bug for me. I grabbed a newspaper and thwacked the wall, which, of course, only irritated the grasshopper, who then jumped off the wall and onto the floor. We then proceeded into this bizarre dance, me wildly whacking and screaming, the grasshopper frantically hopping and fluttering.
After an eternity of this, my cat came sauntering by, looking for an early breakfast. Since she has an excellent track record killing and eating palmettos

Is there a support group for survivors of grasshopper attacks? I still have the heebie-jeebies, 4 hours later.