Every so often DC gets bored with traditional cat toys and goes after something that moves on its own.
After a while the grasshopper got away. It then took refuge on my ceiling for several days.
This did not make me happy. I said to myself, “What if gravity should exert itself while I am sitting underneath it? Bad kitty.”
However, eventually my wonderful goddaughter came by to catch the grasshopper and release it back into the wild, where I am sure it will live happily ever after or until my cat catches it again.