Oh man.

One time I was in my room trying to sleep. It was about midnight or so and I was really tired. So I was just laying there and I heard this extremely high pitch chirp. At first I thought that it must have been something outside my window. I closed the window, thinking that the noise would stop. No, not even muffled a little bit. So I figure, maybe I'm crazy, maybe the noise is only in my head. Thirty minutes later I am freaking out. I thought that I was going insane. Then I think that maybe it is a rattlesnake? Because I have seen them around our house before. I get out of my bed, careful as to avoid the possible snake. I turn on the light and look around. No sign of the little devil. I notice that my sister is still awake so I walk, very quickly, to her room. After informing her of the situation I mentally prepare myself for the fight again. The battle of man vs. nature. So we walk into my room and I start the hunt. Not here, not there. I look behind my trash bag, right as I'm about to pick it up Alora says no. There on the bag was a grasshopper. . .

So that's pretty much the story. I took him outside and ended up staying up till 2 or so. The adrenaline. And I don't think that my brain was working too well because it was late and I think that sound could constitute as some kind of torture. . .