![]() She will talk to the grasshoppers in a low, soothing voice, and hopefully they will be less likely to panic and mash themselves against the dangerous metal stalactites. She’ll catch smaller grasshoppers, ones that don’t jump as high or as powerfully, and because of their compact size there will be more leg-stretching room inside the jar. She worries, though, that they could hurt themselves by jumping into the sharp edges of the lid’s punched-in holes. The grasshoppers will be okay because she’ll make sure to keep the jar out of direct sunlight. ![]() Wen promised Daddy Andrew she would release the grasshoppers before they got cooked inside the homemade terrarium. The glass jar cradled against her chest smells faintly of grape jelly and is sticky on the inside. She studies the front yard, watching for the twitchy, mechanical motion and frantic jumps of grasshoppers. A warm breeze ripples through the blades, leaves, and crablike petals of clover flowers. The girl with the dark hair walks down the wooden front stairs and lowers herself into the yellowing lagoon of ankle-high grass. ![]()
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