Soon after the sun went down. I invited the janitor to my room and we talked for several hours. Tired of talking, I decided to get into bed, even if I couldn't sleep yet. I changed into my pajamas, lifted the mosquito netting, pushed aside the red blanket, plopped down on my rear, and lay on my back. Plopping down into bed is a habit I've had since I was a child. When I was lodging in Ogawamachi, a law student from the floor below once came to complain. Law students are ninnies, but they love to bicker. He went on at great length with idiotic objections against my nighttime ritual. I countered that the party at fault was not my rear end. Our building was poorly constructed, and that's why the noise bothered him. If he wanted to make a case against something, he could make his case against the building. He didn't complain to me again. This room was not on the second floor, so I could plop down as hard as I liked, and the harder I plopped the better I slept. It was a nice feeling as I stretched my legs, until I felt something jump against them. It was surprisingly rough, not like fleas or such, so I reflexively shook my legs under the blanket. As I did so, the rough encounters suddenly multiplied in number. I felt five or six on my legs, two or three on my thighs, one go squish under my hips, and one land all the way up at my navel. Startled, I sprang out of bed and threw aside the blanket. Fifty or more grasshoppers flew out of the bed. Fear turned to anger as I identified the intruders and grasped the situation. I grabbed my pillow roll and swung it for all I was worth, but they were too small for this approach to yield any return. I sat back down and pounded around me at random with the pillow roll, just as one beats the dust out of an old tatami mat. The beating of the pillow sent them flying in panic. They bumped and clung to my shoulders, head, and even the tip of my nose. I wasn’t about to beat them off of my face with the pillow, so I grabbed them by hand and flung them away with all my might. To my chagrin, no matter how hard I flung them against the surrounding mosquito netting, it simply yielded and left them unharmed. The grasshoppers clung in place to the nets, very much alive. Finally, after thirty minutes, I'd managed to subdue them. I fetched a broom and swept up their remains. The janitor came in and asked if there was a problem. "Of course there's a problem, you half-wit! Do you s'pose I keep grasshoppers in my bed as pets?" After my scolding he pleaded complete ignorance. I told him "I don't know" was not acceptable and hurled the broom out into the corridor. He crept out timidly and walked away with the broom on his shoulder.