I must today bitch about cave crickets, and their unfortunate and terrifying decision to take up residence in my closet.
For those unfamiliar, a cave cricket looks like this:
I am scared to death of them. They have a nasty little habit of jumping at people, and they can jump like mad.
Today, one was in my room, and I couldn't have any of that. I don't kill bugs, so I resolved to capture it in a (very large) shoe box and set it free in my uncle's barn. No such luck.
The creature in question jumped at me, jumped on me, but would not jump anywhere remotely near the box. My mother, who was over visiting came to my aid after hearing me hysterically screaming at said cricket, "I'M NOT GOING TO KILL YOU! I'M TRYING TO SAVE YOU! I'M TRYING TO SAVE YOU!"
She then had to catch the thing for me and set it free.
I thought it was all over. But then another one emerged from my closet.
I am angry and terrified at the same time.