The other morning I woke up to the sound of crickets and snuggled deep under my covers, loving the sounds of nature.
Until I realized that the windows were closed and nature was IN my house.
I'm all for nature as long as that's where it is - where it belongs.
Secretly I grin when my kids tell me that they've killed a cricket or found another one that has gone to the great eternal field in the sky.
And you probably don't want to know (but I'll tell you anyway) that I found great satisfaction in quickly shutting the washing machine lid the other day - rendering a poor, helpless cricket incapable of escaping from the spin-cycle of death.
Proof positive by the one little leg I found later at the bottom of the machine.
Please tell me you reran that load!
ReplyDeleteUm, yeah. Cricket guts on your clothes? I'd have rather let the little guy escape in one piece. ;)
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