I'm a grasshopper!

When I was a grasshopper egg, I spent years in the damp soil.

My genes tell me that this year, which was wet and rainy, was another year that was not very suitable for me to hatch.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, our grasshopper eggs can survive in the dirt for about ten years, and I'm very patient, so I can wait until next year to hatch.

But one day, the dirt where I and my other siblings were buried suddenly shook and splashed up by a burning stone that fell from the sky.

The heat of the stone burning with the purple flame burned all my brothers and sisters, and I was lucky enough to be wrapped in a large cloud of dirt and fall back from the air to cover the stone that had been melted by the purple flame.

I thought I was dead, just like my other hapless brothers and sisters, but that's normal for us grasshoppers.

A litter of hundreds of grasshopper eggs will always fail to hatch because of such and such problems, and after hatching, they will not be able to grow up because of various problems, and they will not be able to complete the task of reproduction because they are eaten by various animals, birds and beasts when they grow up.

So I'm very calm and casual, after all, this is the fate of our grasshopper clan!

But the heat of the purple flame stone dried the water in the soil I was in, and it made me feel comfortable soaking in the almost damp soil.

The temperature of the purple flint is transmitted through the thick layer of soil.

Warmly, the eggs that had been silent for several years began to show signs of resuscitation, and they were soon hatched.

When I crawled out of the eggs, I suddenly realized that it must be God's choice that I could be hatched, because all the grasshopper eggs in my litter were dead!

Either he was stoned to death when the purple flint fell, or he was buried in the soil and roasted by the high temperature of the purple flint.

I, on the other hand, was lucky enough to survive and thrive in the warm environment provided by the purple flint because of the thickness of the soil cover, which was neither too shallow nor too deep.

I instinctively felt that the warm stone could be of great benefit to me, for I was noticeably much stronger than the rest of my kind.

The warm heat gave me a lot of energy and energy, and the rapid growth process made me hungry.

I was supposed to burrow out of the ground to feed, but the warm heat kept me longing until I found a half-ripe grasshopper egg in the dirt, one of my poor siblings.

Hunger made me instinctively hold it and start nibbling on it, and the sweet juice poured down my throat, providing me with abundant nutrients and helping me thrive.

In this way, when I was hungry, I looked for eggs in the dirt, and when I was full, I grew in the warm soil.

I couldn't get stuck with the comfort of the environment, until I couldn't find food anymore and I was forced to get out of the dirt.

Without the warmth provided by the stones, I was very uncomfortable with the cold air outside.

After a few quick bites of the verdant plants nearby, I felt that the nutrients were not as abundant as the eggs, and I burrowed back into the soil, seeking warm protection.

In this way, when I was hungry and went out to forage for food, I hurried back to the ground when I was full, and I gradually dug a "nest" in the dirt that I could shelter in, and lived a cave life.

As I grew, I expanded my underground nest until one day I dug out the warm stones.

Holding on tightly to this stone that could provide me with "warm energy", I ushered in several molts in the nest, and gradually grew into a large insect.

It was only then that I realized that I was growing much faster than my peers, and that I was much larger...... Looking at the same kind that is only one-tenth the size of me, I grabbed it without hesitation and stuffed it into my mouth, I am like a killer, I have no feelings!

Compared to the astringent grass blades, it was clear that the same kind of nutrition was more helpful for my growth, with chicken flavor, crunchy, and six times more protein than beef!

As I grew larger, I had to expand my nest into an underground palace of my own, and in the process, the exposed warm stones attracted other creatures, such as slimy earthworms, ants that came out of nowhere, and even an earth snake.

I was overjoyed to have eaten countless earthworms and ants, because this snake was enough for me to not worry about food for a long time, so I grabbed it and bit off its head with my big jaws.

With this unexpected hunt, I suddenly realized that I didn't have to run out to forage for food.

As long as you carry the warm stone closer to the entrance of the cave, and then ambush it aside, there will be stupid prey delivered to the door by itself.

Sometimes it's mice, sometimes it's rabbits and other animals, but I don't have to worry about food anymore, and I even have to eat desperately because the food is so abundant that I don't waste it.

It wasn't until I had my first spawn and gave birth to a bunch of offspring that these little things hatched quickly and started robbing me of food to eat.

I was angry, but as the temperature cooled down and food began to become scarce, I realized that these little cubs might be my reserve food for the winter, so I didn't kick them out of the underground palace.

I don't understand why I'm still alive, I don't have memories of how to survive the winter, but the Warm Stone has created a good environment for me to survive the winter and a constant source of food.

In this way, I try to eat as much food as I can when I have food, and when there is no food to eat, I eat the little cubs I have given birth to until winter passes.

I've grown so big, but I don't have an idea of how big they are, because even the cubs I've given birth to are much bigger than my original kind.

As the outside of the underground palace became warmer and warmer, I sensed that there was a lot of similar activity outside, so I drove the leftover cubs out and occupied this warm and comfortable nest of happiness alone.

But life wasn't always happy, and as I widened the hole a bit, using the Warm Stone to attract more prey to fill my belly, which was becoming more and more like a bottomless pit, a hound chased a rabbit into my underground palace.

Obviously, the attraction of the warm stone is far more attractive to this hound than that of the rabbit.

It started attacking me and bit off one of my forelimbs, which scared me and made me think I was finally going to be eaten.

But I didn't want to die, the happy cave life gave me the courage to defy fate, and I hugged the hound tightly with the rest of my feet, even if it struggled frantically to bite off the rest of my feet, until I bit off the back of its neck with my sharp jaws.