Do you ever get that sneaking suspicion that there may be a mouse in your oven?
And you sit and stare at it for a long time, not really wanting to go look and actually see a mouse, but not really able to look away either?
Then you see the flash of movement again and it lands on the floor. Then you stare even harder because it is too small to be a mouse but it is certainly something lively. You work up the courage to cross the kitchen and discover the invader's identity.
And it's a grasshopper.
No, you don't get that?
I guess it's just me then.
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