1 One summer day I was driving alone in Colorado. I was on a highway that went through farm country. Corn and wheat fields were on both sides of the road.
2 A truck came up behind me and sped by. A few seconds later a fat brown insect smacked against my windshield. It hit so hard that it left a greasy smear.
3 Before long the windshield was filled with spots. They were casualties, all the same size, shape, and color.
4 I slowed the car down. It was a hot day, so I had all the windows down. Insects began to blow into the car. They started to pile up on the seats and dashboard. Then I saw that the insects were locusts, a type of grasshopper.
5 Something that looked like a cloud of brown smoke rose up from under the truck ahead of me. It was not smoke; it was locusts.