Due to conditions being 'just right' this season, about 5 billion grasshoppers have decended onto Billings. While some people are afraid of spiders, snakes, or sharks or heights, I have a minor phobia of grasshoppers. (Millers too, but I think their season is over) I blame it on the last heavy infestation about 20 years ago, when I vividly remember running through a field screaming, with grasshoppers everywhere, and one jumped into my mouth, and I guess you just don't recover from something like that. I think they are the most disgusting bugs, and they jump at you, and I'm not a screamer, but a grasshopper coming at me will have me shrieking like a little girl. I worry about the day a year or two down the road when Cooper comes to show me something in his closed fist and a grasshopper jumps out at me. To prevent that from happening, Cooper will have rules. Along with "say please", "don't hit" and "share toys", he will also learn "don't bring mommy bugs!"
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