This old hopper looks like he just left the wildflower buffet, pollen crumbs all over his chin and clothes. On the edge of highway 99, north of Emporia, a thicket of sunfowers is in full bloom. Grasshoppers pop and buzz across my path as I walk. But this big hopper stays put, and we study each other for awhile. He projects more character than most of his kind, and has a Grandpa Grasshopper feeling about him. He’s either very patient, or just sleepy from overeating.