Hunting Grasshoppers

I caught the mighty grasshopper hunter hard at work, trying to fill up her little red purse with grasshoppers before going to town with Robert. Naturally every girl needs a purse full of grasshoppers, right? We had carefully gotten her all dressed up, she even wanted mom to put in a nice pony tail, insisted on wearing some of her makeup (oh yeah, she has makeup...so that she would leave mom's alone), carefully got her fancy red shoes to match with her shirt, and then had to have grasshoppers.

It should be fairly obvious why my flowers look a little trashed this year. Between the weather, dogs and the grasshoppers, it seems a bit late to get on Carter's case for finishing the job. Although from this angle, the flowers don't look too bad. Standing in front of them makes me want to cry. I really love my cosmos, they are one tough hardy flower, but no match for the grasshopper hunter.