When I was a little girl, I was with my Grandpa and Uncle in a hay field that consisted of rolling hills. It was great fun to run down the hill in the field that had just been cut and raked. On this particular day...I was doing it with my mouth open and grasshopper - hopped right on into my mouth. He was large and tasted awful...and was pretty "scratchy" going down...sort of bitter, too. I never did learn to keep my mouth shut - still have problems with it to this day. Not so much about things flying in - more of an issue with things flying out.
Joni
Joni
