Grasshoppers

I've been digging through some old, unreadable files on my computer. Some have been languishing in a folder called "Writings," some predate OSX and even System 7. There are old college assignments, diaries, budgets, etc. I have salvaged as many as possible although many are incomplete. God has touched my heart with some and my funny bone with others.

Since Richard and I are off for a day with his boss (Mickey Mouse, of course) I'll leave you with a little piece from my college years.

Grasshoppers

A few years back the lowly grasshopper, along with several millions of his prolific kin, had the state of Colorado in an uproar. It seems the local farmers thought their crops would end up feeding more insect families than human families. Now, usually farmers don’t get too persnickety about who their consumers are, but these grasshoppers weren’t willing to pay for what they ate.

Farmers begged relief from state and federal agencies, and were finally granted permission to launch a huge spraying campaign against the voracious green hoard. In fact, said state officials we’ll not only permit the use of some restricted pesticides, we’ll even help with the spraying! Temporarily, both farmers and polititians were happy (it was an election year).

As you might guess, however, the environmentalists and the grasshoppers did not approve of the proposed spraying program, and they soon had their say. But in the end, small planes swooped over the croplands, spewing noxious chemicals which not only killed grasshoppers, but irritated delicate tissues of all manner of beings, including polititians and farmers.