You’re No Jiminy
I went to put Baby Girl on the floor to play and turn her toy crate over on its side so she had access to her toys. What do I see on the side of the crate but a $%*(^$ cricket. I HATE those things. So I took her little Eeyore blankie thingy (see how technical I am?) because it crawled onto it when I moved the box and tried to toss it out of her play area. However, it jumped before I could toss it and ended up on the floor inside the play area. At this point I’m internally freaking out because I. DO. NOT. LIKE. BUGS. But, of course, Mike is gone so I have to be the grownup. Anyway, I use the Eeyore thingy to scoot it out underneath the play yard. And of course it goes under the recliner. Great. So now I have to scoot the chair and see if I can find it. Nope. Nothing doing. I doublecheck to make sure it didn’t find its way back into the play area, then get down on my hands and knees to look under the chair. I see him. All right you little creepy thing, you’re dead meat now. It starts moving. I move the chair farther back. I see it there in plain sight. I look around for something to smash it with. I spy the newspaper. What’s black and white and smooshed all over? The dead cricket under the newspaper that’s what. HA!
Comment by Marlene
October 22, 2005 @ 10:48 am
Ummm…just be sure to hide that newspaper from Baby Girl. I hear she likes a little extra protein in her diet!
Comment by buffi
October 22, 2005 @ 9:34 pm
You know, my mom always told me that it was bad luck to kill a cricket in the house. I’ve never been able to do it. Outside? No problem.
Comment by Karin
October 23, 2005 @ 10:22 pm
Marlene: LOL! Although I think the cricket was a little too smashed for her liking…not much chewing to be done ;)
Buffi: Considering what happened later that morning, your mom may be right!