Is anyone else experiencing a plague of crickets or grasshoppers at the moment??! How do they get in the house? In the last week I have had one jump out of the washing machine at me, one on the ceiling by my bed (ew) and one on the back of my headrest in the car. In the last incident I out- screamed Minx's 7-year-old friend as I peeled up our road like an old lady, crouched over the steering wheel (PLEASE do not jump into my hair!!!!). In moments like that, you come so perilously close to the abyss that madness becomes almost a welcome state of disconnect.
It's not that crickets aren't cute in an intelligent-looking, elegant kind of way. It's just the possibility of having one randomly fly at great speed in your direction with its long legs and antennae twitching. And I just can't subscribe to the Disney-fication of wild animals. It's too hard to suspend belief when Bambi is eating all your carefully tended Hostas, Simba has dismembered his trainer or Jiminy is hiding in your smalls.
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