I'm not really sure what's crazier here: the fact that Noah is this close to a grasshopper OR that fact that squeamish me is this close to a grasshopper.
And when it did hop away - a gigantic 6 foot high hop straight up - I realized nobody is safe from a grasshopper. Not that I'm scared of grasshoppers, or anything. That time I found one attempting to hop around in the bodice of my dress in the middle of a church service? That was, like, 25 years ago.