Is that a Grasshopper in Your Pants? (Or how to make Brian wreck the car)

Yes, I had a grasshopper in my pants, but believe me I didn't put him there.

Here's what happened:

Brian picked me up from work, and started driving home. We got to Trinity Road when I felt this lump on my leg just beneath my knee. I totally freaked! Poor Brian didn't know what to do. He tried to keep the car on the road as he tried to figure out what was wrong. He offered to pull over but I lifted my pant leg and everything looked fine. I forced myself to calm down, and convinced myself that I was delusional. I reassured Brian that everything was fine, so he kept going.

He got barely through the traffic light about 100 yards away when I jumped again. I could feel something crawling up the back of my thigh. (I still shudder as I think about it.) I confess that I squealed like a little girl and practically jumped out of my seat. (Good thing that I was wearing my seat belt.) I pulled on my pant leg and squished the mysterious invader. Ugh! I can still hear the crunch. I didn't know what to do. Here we were on the road with who knows what in my pants? How was I going to get it out?

Brian could tell that I was panic-striken at this point, so he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel/gas station off Chapel Hill Rd. After he calmed me down, I jumped out of the car and did a little jig. (Boy, I am sure whomever saw me got a good laugh. :) And there was the offender -- a very dead, very big grasshopper.
How he got into my pants is a mystery. Brian thinks that he might have jumped into the car when he had the windows rolled down.

So what did I learn from all this?
1) Always check your car (and pants) before you start driving. Who knows what you might find?
2) Never let Brian roll down the car windows in a parking lot. Apparently, our car is just too attractive. After all, air conditioning was invented for a reason!


UPDATE: I was telling a friend of mine about this story, and based on my description of the bug, she thinks it might have been a cidcada rather than a grasshopper. I have to say, it would have been the biggest, ugliest grasshopper that I had ever seen. I already didn't like cicadas, so I am fine blaming it on them instead. ;-)