Yesterday, I went to run some errands. One of my errands was to go to Michael's and get a pillow form to put in a cute decorative pillow case my mom made to match our bedpsread. Hence, I had the pillow case with me (yes, this becomes important in a moment).
I happily walked out the door, excited about the decorative changes that were happening in the apartment and thinking to myself what a beautiful day it was. Suddenly, just before I reached the fence that leads to the front yard, I was stopped in my tracks-- by this monster:
It was like an old western movie-- I could hear the tumbleweed rolling and the whistling wind as I faced my opponent. A shootout was iminent.
Just kidding, it wasn't that dramatic. But I was stopped for a minute, unsure of my next move. Since the monster was smack dab in the middle of the sidewalk, I couldn't go around him either way-- he would jump on me for sure. I couldn't step over him, for fear that he would jump on me then as well. After thinking over my options for about 3 minutes (not a joke) a light came on in my head. Why not gently sweep him into the bushes with the pillowcase?
The rest of the story isn't very exciting. I swept him into the bushes, and he jumped super-high and smacked himself pretty hard into the shed. My fears were confirmed: a grasshopper attack would have been every bit as awful as I thought. Thank goodness I had that pillowcase.