Dang Cat

So, here's my experience yesterday. I was downstairs folding the laundry when I heard a crash upstairs. I had just put Carter down, so I knew that the cat must be into something. As I went upstairs to investigate I had suspected what that crash had been, but was hoping that I was wrong. I came into my room and saw Lincoln up on the computer desk against Kracky's cage and facing the cricket house. I was right, the blasted cat had knocked down the cricket house, and yep you guessed it, there were crickets scurrying and jumping around everywhere!

I do not like crickets! They are jumpy and random and creepy. Rob thinks its hilarious because they are in no way harmful, but they just freak me out. And unfortunately for me, Rob and Spencer had just bought about 80 on Saturday, so I estimated that there were approximately 50 on the loose. So first I threw the cat out of the room and shut the door, (I dealt with him later), and then I hurried and gave Kracky an early snack and threw as many as I dared grab into his cage before they all hopped off and surrounded me. Then I grabbed a container and started gathering them without having to use my hands as best I could. They were starting to hide in Rob's binder, the basket of lizard supplies, under the cage, under the fax machine, under Kracky's cage, everywhere! This was so unpleasant. Well, I rounded up all that I saw. It took about 30 minutes. I wasn't so sure if I would be able to sleep in our room last night, but Rob assured me that they wouldn't jump up on the bed and jump all over me, --thanks honey, so reassuring, good dreams. We saw one last night hopping around downstairs, Lincoln came over and ate him. So, I forgave him for helping out in my cause. Hopefully, there aren't too many others hopping around. We caught about 5 on a sticky trap. Ohhhh, crickets! Rob thought that after this incident I would be over my fear of crickets. . . . Nope, still don't like them, not one bit.