Katie Held Hostage

About 20 minutes ago I got home from the gym. I called out to Katie, whom I thought was upstairs, "Woman, where's my dinner!!!" Imagine my surprise when I heard her reply coming from outside rather than from upstairs. "What is she doing outside without my permission" was my first thought but when I reached the backdoor I noticed a bunch of trash all over the porch and Katie standing back on the grass away from the porch as if she was afraid to come inside.

"Oh thank goodness you're home" she said, and I started thinking that something really was wrong. "I can't get inside until you kill it" Katie said while looking near the side of the house. I stepped outside and to my horror I beheld:



A COMMON GRASSHOPPER!!! DUNDUNDUNNNNNN!!!! Katie had gone outside to start some charcoal for dinner and had been held hostage buy this little guy for who knows how long. She wouldn't walk back inside for fear he would jump on her and, I can only assume, rip open her jugular. She tried throwing trash at it to scare it off but the little guy's lust for blood would not be so easily diverted. Here's a picture of Katie's arsenal:

I'm surprised the water bottle didn't scare him off. I thought this incident was so funny that I had to take pictures and share it on her blog. Now that I'm done writing I should proabably go scare the grasshopper away so that Katie can come back inside.