She'll probably mow down all the roses around the farmhouse, but she certainly wasn't worried about me. I found her buried head first in this rose blossom, got a chair and sat there waiting for her to move, but she seemed disinclined. Finally I got bored and edged her out with a stick. She dutifully posed for a few shots and then headed back in. A couple of hours later when I went out to have a look, she was gone.

I think she is a Great Green Grasshopper and I know she is a she because her ovipositor, which I read about online, was clearly visible. I hope she wasn't laying eggs for hundreds more in our garden.

Now it's time to figure out 1) why our burglar alarm in Berkeley went off and 2) what to do with tomatoes, green beans and peppers from our vegetable garden. Then it will be time to have a glass of wine.