Crickets. They are everywhere and I am sick of them. I’m sick of vacuuming up their dead little husks. I’m sick of catching their manic hopping bodies to toss outside. I’m sick of listening to them creak behind the bookshelf next to my bed at two in the morning. I’m sick of trying not to step on them. The final insult, a cricket crawling on Liev!
Yep. A cricket has hitched a ride with Liev. The two of them toured the hall and living room before I scooped up the offender and flung him out front. It will take the little devil at least a half a day to hop around the house and re-enter through the dog door. Sigh.