"In my YA suspense novel, Witcha'be, Molly has an encounter with grasshoppers. Lots and lots of grasshoppers.
I snatched this scene idea from a real life event that I've never forgotten, even though I've spent a lifetime trying.
My sister and I were twelve years old and bored, as usual. We trudged from the front door, into the muggy Oklahoma heat, looking for something interesting to get into. Boy, did we ever succeed.
Right off, we stumbled across two neighbor boys hiding a yellow margarine tub inside the crawlspace under our house.
"Whatever you do, don't open the lid," the older one warned as they turned to go.
We waited until they were good and gone and then, like any self-respecting twelve year old girls, opened the lid.
Grasshoppers in plague proportions burst from the container, whirring into our long hair, sticking to our faces and clothing. We screamed, cried, jumped in circles. The boys came running back.
"That was our fishing bait!" They shouted, mad as hornets.
Apparently they were trying to keep it cool under our house.
Anna Marie Kittrell, author of Witcha'be