Daylight is a good 30 minutes away, and I'm trying hard not to laugh out loud at the circus show taking place in front of my South Texas deer blind. Let me just put it this way: If you've never seen an Eastern lubber grasshopper at work (or is it play?) you're missing out on one of the most colorful and comical insects of North America.
The orange-green-yellow-and brown hoppers are everywhere — crawling the walls of my blind, flipping over themselves in the caliche dirt in the distance and literally falling from the shrubs. They're harmless, or so I'm told, but they are making this blistering hot predawn tick by a little bit quicker.
It’s the middle of June, and, yeah, it might sound
