Are you a grasshopper or an ant? The story is as old as humanity. In the red corner we have the industrious, though dour ant, who works all year preparing for winter; in the blue, the fiddle-playing, goodtime grasshopper, who spends summer making music, and then the first cold breath of winter blows and … Whoever first told that story was neither a musician, nor understood grasshoppers! This afternoon, winter still mercifully distant, I lay with the grasshoppers on the steep bank above the chapel at Scotch Corner. The rest of the world was dog days silent, but the long grass all around me was filled with the famous chirping. These are the males calling to the females. Their serenading, made by a row of pegs on the back legs playing against forewings, is known as stridulation. Exper