Yesterday I was researching the history of the peanut and pineapple war when I realized the angry grass hopper of doom was sitting on my shoulder giving me a really dirty look that I truly did not appreciate, so I did what any network marketer would do, I sold him a big box of shit. It worked out really well. I watched the angry grass hopper lug the shit home to his wife and she bitched about it for a long time. I figure after this he will become a praying mantis.