It’s good to know.

The weather today in the Tampa Bay area is awesome. And so when I technically should have been cooking, I took a few minutes of my afternoon to sit in the backyard with my dog.

Meet Rudy.

My plan to bask in backyard silence was foiled when I realized I was sitting amid a swarm of grasshoppers. 


“Aww, geeze,” I said. Then, I noticed it: a grasshopper sitting on my dog.

Grasshoppers, to my knowledge and in my experience, are harmless. But in the heat of the moment, I projected my irrational fear of them onto my dog. My hunch is that if my dog acted more like he acted in the picture pasted above, I likely would have let him fend for himself. But most days, he acts more like this:

So, with literally zero forethought, the following really happened:

Me: “HEY. GET OFF MY DOG!” [Insert me, flicking a grasshopper off my dog.]

It’s good to know I can do this. And I’m equal parts proud and alarmed to report it. (Proud, because I clearly subconsciously dug deep if I touched a bug on purpose. Alarmed, because it’s the second time in slightly more than a month that I’ve spoken to a bug.)

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  • Anonymous

    Bwahahaha @ “Proud, because I clearly subconsciously dug deep if I touched a bug on purpose. Alarmed, because it’s the second time in slightly more than a month that I’ve spoken to a bug.”

    This reminds me of an incident that occurred a couple days ago when I had taken Fally out to do her business in the yard and another dog wandered toward us. I should’ve taken her in immediately when I realized a rather large German Shepherd-ish-looking dog was approaching, but apparently I’m just not that smart, and, in my defense, the other dog didn’t really seem very interested. But I guess that was just because it hadn’t noticed her yet because as soon as it did, it bounded straight for us from across the street. At first, I tried to protect Fally by pulling her closer to me with her leash and yelling, “NO!” at the German Shepherd in my (somewhat pathetic) attempt at an authoritative voice, but when I realized that my efforts were futile, I scooped her up, yelled, “She’s too little! You need to leave her alone!” at the German Shepherd, and the two of us retreated to the safety of the house.

    -Ster

  • @Sterbs: LOL.