Notmyrealname

The grasshoppers are out in force in the nature park where I run, so as I run down the trail there are grasshoppers springing right and left all over the place -- boing! boing! boing! and sometimes they make in-air landings on my legs and hang on for dear life until they either fall off or I brush them off in mid-stride, and it feels yucky, man, I do not like it.