When I was a kid, we lived in Brantford, Ontario for two years. I walked to school. At certain times of the year, I had to walk by a hedge that was absolutely full of grasshoppers. I hated that hedge, because often I would get bombarded by grasshoppers jumping on me.
I have told this story to my kids (in the spirit of "I had to walk to school both ways uphill".) So yesterday, Meg said to me, giggling, "You should have taken John the Baptist with you. He could have helped you!"