I remember riding bikes with my brother. My brother was like, “I wanna go ride around the block.” And so he was able to do it alone. He was only three years older than me. And I was probably like seven. And I wanted to do it too, but I wasn’t allowed to because I’m a girl. That’s lame. I’m just a girl. Oh no, in the world.
But during that time I was riding my bicycle, and for some reason — I didn’t realize it, but something had jumped in my shirt. And it was hurting, and so I started yelling, “Bee! A bee is stinging me in my shirt!” And I fell off my bike, and then I found out it was a grasshopper. So I have beef with grasshoppers. If I ever see a grasshopper, I’m telling it to leave me alone. They can jump way too high, and they can bite. And I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all. And also they have this thing where they can spit tobacco, which I don’t even know what that is.