i went to gordon rigg's today,
to buy tomato plants for my mother's poly-tunnel.
there was a fella behind me in the queue at the till.
in his basket he had 4 plastic see-through containers,
each of which had about a dozen crickets in it,
big fucking yellowy green grasshopper things.
they where doing what they do,
using their enormous back legs to jump upwards at sillyspeed,
but all they did was bang their head,
recover themself and do it again.
me: "wwwwhat wwwhy ww wwwhat are they?"
him: "locusts".
me: (thinking no they aren't, locusts fly, they don't jump)
"why are you buying locusts?"
him: (pointing at his, maybe, 9 year old daughter)
"for her lizard."
this country is off its head.
i think i'll return tomorrow and buy all the grasshoppers,
take them up onto the moors and release them,
start a rogue tettigoniidae colony.