Yellow-Jackets

Catching the grasshoppers was almost as much fun as catching the bream. They were big grasshoppers, foreheads like Cro-Magnon Man, and they could fly like teal. I know you've heard the story before but I still wish that you could have been there. 

Those grasshoppers were like tomorrow. Tomorrow is hard to catch, too. You chase it all around and finally pin it to the ground under the cup of your hand. You work it into your fingertips. Using your fingertips, you work it onto the point of the hook. 

But then it just spasms and flies away. 

It doesn't disappear entirely, of course. You see where it lands: thirty feet away, in the tall grass, behind the big rock, near the yellow-jackets. 

That's one of the main reason why I like to eat turnip greens.