Last night as I laid in bed listening to the crickets, inside, under my freaking bed. I realized this was our 3rd miserable summer here. It starts like this. In late June we get flies, every year. Let me set the scene for you. Beautiful view of the lake, birds chirping, butterflies flying, children in canoes floating by and FLY TRAPS blocking every freaking view! Yep, the old glue traps that hang down 2 feet or so, lovely shade of yellow with flies twitching as they die.
Then right as the flies all denigrate the LARGE black ants come in. They are so BIG but they really don't bother me much, they are easy moving targets. They really just stalk the trash. They don't stay long.
Then crickets start! Lord help me, those crickets are gonna make me lose my ever loving mind! I haven't personally ever seen one, although Jami has, but I hear them. I see their eggs. They mate like freaking rabbits, hundreds of eggs. So anywho, last night I thought I may lose my shizzal and hunt one down and pull it's legs off one by one. It's not in my nature to be cruel but laws they were chatting up a storm last night.
What do you suppose crickets chat about, lets face it, they are crickets, not much, right? They don't have bills to pay, a mortgage, car payment, I mean what's there job besides filling the bellies of fish? What in the hell could be so important that they chat about it from midnight until 6 am? The even talk over each other, that's when I get super annoyed. When they are all in harmony like they are singing, it is bad but when there is 17 all at different times, OMG! Back to what the heck could they be chatting about???? Maybe it's their kids, lord knows they must each have 1,000, guess that is reason enough for all the chatter.
Heed my warnings little creatures, mama didn't sleep because of you last night. Tonight, I will pull all furniture from the walls sweep your babies outside and feed your large elders to the fish! Let me sleep or beware!
