dirtyprettything

I am cricket hunter.

Apparently upon arrival of the box of 500+ crickets used to feed the two geckos in our house, a few crickets escaped.

OK, more than a few.

I am cricket hunter. RAWR.

Tonight Troubleyand I were sitting in the living room watching a movie, and our cat Lola proudly strutted into the room, and dropped a cricket in front of us out of her mouth, a prize she probably worked all night for.

Lola is cricket hunter. MEOW.

Somehow, they have managed to sneak their way downstairs into my bedroom and, as they have interrupted my slumber with a chirping I liken to chinese water torture, I too will interrupt them and will do battle until every last one is flushed down my toilet.

I am cricket hunter.

I really just want to fill my room with about an inch of water and electrify it, thereby eradicating said cricket problem in .02 seconds, but I fear that is not safe. Will not act upon that plan - yet....

I am cricket hunter, and I will prevail!