So as I was driving off from my friend Vicki Mall's house, I saw a grasshopper sitting on my windshield wiper. I kept thinking it would leap off at every red light and stop sign. In fact I would shout, "Go little grasshopper." But nothing. I feared turning on the wipers as I thought it might crush it...leaving a horrible green/yellow streak across my windshield, let alone what it might do to the poor grasshopper. It was the entrance onto 101 at the Bicentennial where I thought the little fellow would blow off, but damn if it didn't hang on until I approached the College Ave exit. I looked at my windshield seconds later and he was gone. Another needless casualty. Moral of story: know when to let go.