The Katydid What?

I just got of the phone with my best bud Jon. We usually give each other a ring after work to see what's up and to coordinate a game of golf or one of our various other extracurricular activities that we like to do to kill time. Jon's wife likes to refer to me as his boyfriend, as in: "What are you and your little boyfriend going to do tonight? Stroke each others clubs?" This evening's phone call consisted of Jon telling me a story about a brave insect.

"So as soon as I got in to my truck this Katydid flies.."

"Wait, what the hell's a Katydid," I interrupt.

"You know, it looks like a grasshopper. So this Katydid..."

"Well is it a grasshopper,"

"Listen man, I am not a fucking entomologist. It is just this grasshopper looking thing. Will you please let me finish? So this thing, it flies on to my windshield as soon as I am pulling out of the parking lot and the damned thing stays there the whole way home. On the highway and everything!"

"So what did you do when you got home?"

I grabbed a stick, let it climb on, and put it up in a tree. What? Did you think I would have squashed it?"

"Well, you did just tell me the other day about the rock that you threw at that wild turkey that was in the field behind the house that you were working on. You hit the thing from like eighty yards man!"

"No, I was actually really impressed by that little bug's tenacity. Gotta respect something like that"

"You sure do," I agree.

"Is this what you and your boyfriend really talk about," I hear his wife say in the background. "Fucking grasshoppers!"

Well, yeah.