There was a time when a grasshopper paid me a visit.
I was stretched out on the grass enjoying the sun on a warm autumn day when I felt something on my arm. I turned my head to look and nearly jumped when I saw an enormous grasshopper on my forearm.
After I calmed down (which took longer than I care to admit), I began to take a close look at the enormous bug, still perched on my arm.
The thing was gigantic. It was bright green, with red eyes, and powerful appendages. But then I noticed one of its rear legs was missing in what must have been a brutal accident.
A tremendous amount of grief spilled over me. This poor grasshopper could no longer hop as he once did. How was this grasshopper going to make its journey across the tall grass field?
As my mind continued to spin in worried thoughts for this poor being, it spread its wings and flew away.