Interesting afternoon with a bush cricket

I know this has absolutely nothing to do with writing, but today I noticed a bush cricket on the window side of our linen drapes. I'd noticed it the night before up near the ceiling over the stove and swore to take it outside when it got to a grab-able height with a cup and letter. I peeked behind the curtain and saw something really freaking strange. It was a female bush cricket and she had her abdomen curled up to her head and her ovipositor [egg laying organ] in her mouth. I wasn't sure, at first, if it was male or female and figured either it was eating it's own refuse, cleaning that particular area, about to lay eggs or was masturbating.

Never thought I'd say I was wondering if crickets could masturbate. Boggles the mind right?

Moving on...I did manage to glass it and move it outdoors, but really it didn't want to leave the glass, hell it was probably like walking on air for that little gal. I managed to entice her out by sticking some foliage inside which she latched onto and began devouring instantly. What's funny is that she was so preoccupied with her tidbit she forgot about her hind legs and just dangled there from her mandibles while she ate away.

Interested about what I saw I decided to Google it. I saw pictures similar to the cricket I found [it's green] and with a few clicks I discovered it was a female bush cricket of some kind, I didn't care enough to figure out which species, and no where did I read about crickets sticking their female parts in their mouths. I did see some rather disturbing variations on the cricket including my favorite as a kid, the Jerusalem cricket...AKA the potato bug and the mole cricket....I seriously thought the hand drawn picture was a joke until I saw a photograph....the powers that be must have wanted to egg on genetic experiments with this one.

Surprisingly there was little to no information on the critters in my green yuppy home of Marin with the exception of the Cricket teams. I had absolutely no idea there were cricket clubs here, talk about frou frou. But then again the nearby high school has an equestrian team...makes me wonder how many schools have such hobnob pastimes around here. Any kids I have are gonna go to weird and quirky alternative schools and be hippies, screw the rich kids.