When I got home from work the other day, Sullivan and Bridgette met me in the driveway with a harrowing story about their new pet. They found a grasshopper floating sideways in the pool. They thought it was dead and fetched their dad to fish it out. Robert poked at it a few times to make sure it wasn’t alive. Just as he was about to toss it in the trash he noticed that it began to twitch, like its body was inhaling.
Today, my kids think their dad is a superhero. They think he brought a grasshopper back to life! Robert wants everyone to know that is, in fact, the case, and he did it while running in slow motion with his shirt off.
Sullivan named the insect Hopsters.
Hopsters proceeded to knock the absolute crap out of his head jumping up and down in one of my brand new canning jars. Finally, after being held captive in the jar for a few hours, he lay lifeless on his sweet, little bed of grass. Fearing we might have to have a funeral for him, I tried to convince the kids to set him free. Instead, they shook the jar up and down and up and down, until the little booger started to move.
Basically, we saved a grasshopper’s life twice today.