Tonight I killed a cricket who tried to take cover next to my shoe rack. That's like a human trying to take cover in a pack of wolves. I mean really, if I was a cricket the safest place to be is the place that is furthest from a stockpile of shoes.
And that's all I have to blog about today. Sad, I know.
Dude, not sad. You are my hero. Crickets give me the creeps more than spiders, and I refuse to kill them myself. Their jumps are so neurotic and unpredictable that I'm afraid they're going to jump on me. I jsut can bring myself to get too close. Pure nastiness, those crickets.
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