Last week, I was bemoaning the plague of grasshoppers in my garden.
This week, the chickens are bemoaning the lack thereof.
Lady Mary: Where did they all go?
Peach: You don't suppose we could have eaten all of them?
Lady Mary: *burp*
Upon your suggestions, I let the chickens into the garden as of last Wednesday.
The plague of grasshoppers is no more.
I can only assume that: 1) either the grasshopper life cycle came to its natural conclusion,
2) or the chickens were starving,
3) or the grasshoppers ran for their lives when confronted by the carnivores.
Johnny: Please tell me this means I don't have to share my garden anymore.
Johnny: It was so much nicer without all the chicken poop.