Somebody is playing some cruel cosmic joke on me. It has to be. There is no other explanation. Somebody has to have created some little worm hole or something. One end of the wormhole is my basement. The other end of the wormhole is some creepy mad scientist whose idea of fun is to take crickets, line them up single file, and send them into the wormhole, sending each following the demise of the previous cricket.
Why? Because each of the last four days I've sat in the basement, heard the noisy raucous that couldn't have been caused by something so small, and then found and exterminated the source of the irritation. Rinse. Repeat. Four days. There's another one down here right now that seems to be particularly hidden and particularly loud.
Now if I could just find the wormhole...
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Little Jumpy Devils
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welcome to the joys of home ownership! Good luck finding where they get in. I know our cave crickets enter the laundry room somehow and the migrate from there. I can't figure out where they get in through though.
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