The idea came early in life. Sell grasshoppers as food. A most wonderful plan. A stupendous idea!

First, a Mason jar, a flashlight, and the mating season of grasshoppers. Fat, juicy, tasty, long-legged, hopper…

Taking the flashlight outside in the early pre-dawn part of night where light is needed to find grasshoppers clinging to tall grass stems and dark enough to paralyze the bugs. Plucking them easily from the stem with any escaping.

Success!

A whole jar full of lethargic and confused creatures just begging to be sold to a six year old sister and then watch her eat the grasshoppers at her next tea party with the neighbor girl, Mirri.

The whole plan was full proof. Approaching sis and saying, “Ten cents and this delicious treat is the perfect snack for you and your dolls.”

Sadly the idea did not work as sis yelled, “Mom! He is bothering me again.”

Mother stopped the budding, (or should I say, hopping?) business.

Years passed. Idea’s came and went. Such ideas as trusting people, building new styles of construction only to have it all burned down. Yes indeed, great ideas, fantastic ideas, and now the newest idea is to work hard, give people a good value for their trust in my work, and then die with a smile on my face and no money left in my pocket.