LOL... Oh, Shel. Ever had a peaceful, dreamy, deliriously delicious swim (if swimming can be thought of as "delicious") be violently disturbed by a little brush of some algae or even a friendly fish around your foot? That would be me with the grasshopper in my mouth, carefully feeling it with my tongue, and -- thanks to paranoia -- mistaking the innocent tasty bread crumbs for a grasshopper wing which has miraculously come to life like the living dead and is flapping around zombieshly in my mouth like the headless chickens my father would slaughter.
And should I be as brave as I don't dare to be, my husband wouldn't kiss me hello for a loooong long time when he comes from work, regardless of all the mouthwashing that would inevitably take place in my part
lol. Can't imagine any grasshopper ruining my love life like that. It's too soon. I'm too young.
Coregonus, sorry for ruining any chance you may have had at changing your mind and becoming more adventurous with insects.
Regretfully,
Chef Ladybug.