i've been locked out (rather, kept out) of my room because a bloody humongous grasshopper (my bro claims it's a praying mantis) decided to invade my room and plant itself right splat above my sofa.

we all know how much glory fears insects, with the exception of ants. remember the glory-cries-at-sight-of-creepy-cockroach incident? hurr hurr. how awfully, awfully frightful. 

that being the case,

i am not going to go back into that room of mine until mr. grasshopper decides to take flight and go to places where the grass is greener. literally.

dearest mr. grasshopper,

could you please tell me which part of my room looks like a yummy green field with lots of luscious green grass for you to feed on?

SULKS.