The other day someone told me that locusts (like the kind you read about in the Bible, not the humming cicada kind) are just grasshoppers, except that when they get together in big numbers, they start to frolic and swarm, and the suddenly there’s many billions of them eating their own weight in a day, in clouds many miles long.
I was frightened, but he said not to worry. All the locusts in this part of the world died off for some reason. And I felt better.
A year or three ago, I was in Grandfalls on the way back from some place, and stopped at the Allsups there for fuel.