First there was the pic ~ with mention of a story ~ Now you have the words.

It started with a thwapping on my left foot. Thwap Like a thick cloth being whipped heavily across my boot. Thwap “But, There’s no cloth in front of my foot…” I think. Thwap I’m imagining some impossible piece of canvas beating in the wind, occasionally swinging around to slap across my laces. I look down. There’s a grasshopper IN my shoelaces, its whole body wedged under them against the tongue of my boot.