After spending a weekend mowing I have made peace with the grasshoppers. Boldly going where no one has gone before, I cut wide swathes with the trimmer and mowers, placing myself in the center of a hoppin’ mad scene. These little guys are small, but the three-inch one I encountered on a pine tree gave me pause.
As long as they stay out of my hair I can handle them. All I know is they appear to be worse than in past years and they are here until the first freeze, so we shall be friends.
