Once We Were Faeries: How much can Hector eat?

How much can Hector eat?

I took a break from sculpting fairies this morning, and went to the garden to enjoy a cup of coffee and some toast. I love the cool quietness in the morning before the heat sets in. I found this little fellow doing much the same as I, only he was munching on a strawberry leaf. He's as cute as can be...I know he will grow into a plant destroying huge grasshopper, but I decided to live and let live. I kind of hope he sticks around so I can watch him a little longer. I've named him Hector. Between Hector and Pink, my strawberries may be in trouble.

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Angelsdoor * Penny said...: To name a bug.. Sounds like something I would do.. hee... Oh I love Hector.. It has been a long while since I have seen a baby grasshopper.
Looks like we had the same this morning. Coffee and toast...
I hope your strawberries make it..; August 14, 2010 2:22 PM
Unknown said...: He was still there this afternoon, on the same leaf!; August 14, 2010 6:06 PM
Beedeebabee said...: Oh he's cute! I like his name too! ;) I hope you had a lovely rest of the day as well! Paulette; August 17, 2010 4:56 PM
Unknown said...: It's good to know you appreciate a handsome little grasshopper Paulette! :) He was still hanging around this morning. I'm taking pictures almost daily when I can spot him. I'm thinking there might be a grasshopper faerie in my future!
Judy; August 17, 2010 5:44 PM
chopoli said...: Thanks for your lovely comment on my blog. Greetings to Hector.....warmest regards,Tatjana; October 12, 2010 10:04 AM

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