No shit, there I was... in the kitchen. with a knife... ok, no knife.

So there I was, sorting though a large bunch of basil, and I looked down and there was a THREE INCH LONG INSECT ON MY HAND.

And I looked at it and go "dude, you are so very very lost."

We then had a few minutes of negotiation (read: me trying to get him to stay still long enough to get to the open window) before he was removed to a hopefully more hospitable neighborhood.

There are many things that make me give out girly shrieks. Locusts (or any of the grasshopper/cricket variants) ain't it.

I do, however, admit to being...rather startled.


Still. For fresh basil, I'll wing-wrassle a few bugs...