PTSD=Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

I was driving to work last night approximately around 5:50pm (running a lil late), as I turned a corner straight into the sunlight I squinted my eyes and pulled down the sun visor and then I noticed some creature staring at my from the hood of my car, immediately remembering Stuart the mouse who invaded the hood of my car a year + ago, I freaked out and possibly screamed then looked more closely only to realize that it was a grasshopper. Stupid thing! I flipped on the windshield wipers and didn't feel bad as the massive thing got flipped off the hood to who knows where.
I guess I'm going to have to make a no trespassing sign and stick it under Howie's hood to get the point across that creatures of all shapes and sizes are not welcome. Perhaps it's the constant near overheating and battery dying environment that draws them in...whatever it is, from here on out I hope they hear me say: excuse yourself please and leave poor Howie, and me, alone.

I still never know what happened to little stuart, probably still nesting deep down in the transmission breading baby nests that are now harvesting grasshoppers....shoulda killed him with my snow scraper when I had the chance!!