The Grasshopper Obesity Crisis

We began Tuesday by driving north, with the goal of making it to Manhattan, the little apple, where Erin did her undergrad. We stopped here at this scenic prairie overlook, which was just jam packed with grasshoppers. Every step we took was preceded by the pinging of grasshoppers big and small as they moved along with us in the tall grass. This fellow was the size of my palm, and desperately wanted to get away from us, but was too fat to jump very far. Ah, the life of a fat grasshopper.