A Grasshopper, NOT a grosshopper

A grasshopper, NOT a grosshopper

Mutation . . . Before I saw you, I never knew that you would be sung to. And, then as I hold you for the first time in my hands, I make a band that you never ban. As you keep molting, I don’t see a mole. When you were little, oh yes you were very brittle. Right now, you’re at instar #4 and when I look at you I see your mandibles and they’re beautiful to mankind when they’re moving if it’s with what’s scrumptious and not just low value as Alfalfa for you. And when you’re not eating, you’re not leaving us either. I watch you walk and you watch me talk. Tomorrow is no sorrow when I see you again. And, it’s not a 1-day experiment & we aren’t bored with you after 135 days. When, I saw you jump, it caused a lump mentally when I couldn’t find you, thankfully not often. Every time you climb on my finger, I see it as a laugh as it didn’t baffle me. You are growing so fast, like the winds that are blowing east. But, always, part of my love is sent your way.



Figure 1. Illustration (not Mutation)

Mutation : : : With you only having one hind leg, you don’t have to beg me for extra care, I’ll give it to you, grasshopper. As you’re getting bigger, you’re not a litter for our house. You are the 5th instar now. I savor your molting as a memory forever. You’re not little anymore, and neither are you a riddle for us now. At this point, you’d normally be jumping higher, but you are jumping less. I can never give up my love for you, because at 5 instars, it makes me have to think of my youth ending. So, now I finally get the chance again to really enjoy your instar ‘years’, because when I was 5 ‘instars’, I didn’t know how fast time was flying by. And, when we lay, you are at the bay per se near the overnight condensation of our window. When, you eat sprouts, we leave you to your privacy. Since you’re mine, I understand you need a vine.


Figure 2. Mutation

In, the above picture, Mutation is shown winged. I don’t have anymore Nymph pictures. I will explain why she’s short-winged further down.
I have a need to love all Grasshoppers and that doesn’t fly away from me like a dove. Her antennae sprout off just like her “favorite” food, Avocado Seed Sprout. I have loved you from the start, and there’s a cart full more of love waiting for the future to come. Your black-n-yellow stripes doesn’t mean you’re dirty just cause it’s not black-n-white. As you grow, you make me glow. I watch how your claws grow stronger and your body growing faster, all for getting you ready for wings. All I can lastly say is that I carefully enjoyed every bit of your Fifth instar stage, so that makes me happy.


Figure 3. Shiny Mutation Winged

Introduction to “Mutation … AKA Alfalfa Lady” (In our innocence to the first paragraph fact)
CONGRATULATIONS! Mutation has graduated from being a nymph, now she might be heavy enough to affect my lymph nodes. The definition of her name: ‘Mutation’ is for when she was nymph & then she got a new name for being an adult = ‘AKA Alfalfa Lady.’ And, then we compact it because both names are pretty. I am glad she has made it this far, we gave her the right car of captivity. The wheels aren’t flat and the antifreeze is fine! I like watching every move she makes and every song I make, that is batched in my journal. And, as you are growing older, I am trying to grow bolder. Mutation, you haven’t made gates for me to not come in yet with your hinges of height, but that’s only true when I make dates everyday to come visit you. You were my favorite bug friend, and I don’t want that to bend to the opposite direction ever. You will always be on my mind, never producing bad thoughts about you.


Figure 4. Another Illustration pet

Mutation . . . AKA Alfalfa Lady: With tears, I have to say that you accidentally got in the washer for 1minute because you didn’t want to stay on Mamma’s skin, but instead on her clothes. I know you came out by a thread, but what I can do is love you like when you were at the 1st instar. As we breathed on you, we weren’t trying to be being lethal to you but charming. And since babies like red, we give you medicine that is Cayenne & Serrano from the sun. I see the next day that your breath is still there and my feast of happiness is still there too! What an adventure we never wanted to invent for you, Alfalfa Lady. But, as I watch you getting stronger, it’s like you’re a nymph growing up once again. Your 5th instar still goes round and round over and over in my brain, even today. Each day I see that you’re alive and moving, that keeps me being an abiding pall with your biting in my house still. So, even though there were tears before, I know that there can be relief.


Figure 5. Mutation ... AKA Alfalfa Lady and her companion

Mutation, your soft belly is like lotion every time it touches me. I know you fall down often, but may I cage my hands around you more and more - - - it’s winter time anyway!!! You only have five legs, but what fake leg would work for you to hold on better than my Pinky nudging you back?? I try my very best for you, and yes you do use my love. But, each day you have less and les strength, so what should I do now? I try to make things like a grasshopper “pie” to you. But, things we’re crumbling until I finally have to say that you died after living 135 ½ days under constraint (180 days full – 6 months). That’s a long time for me to love you, but I wanted it to last longer than that. One other grasshopper (her companion shown in picture) lived 1 month longer and all I can hope is that her body just had wore out sooner when there was no favoritism. My thoughts about you are always in my head still, my 32-bead long grasshopper.