Our Girl Audrey was upset last evening. “Mary Ann,” she said, all concerned like. “You have a real problem with spiders! I’ve been killing them. They jump like crickets, but they are SPIDERS!!! You need to do something about them!”
Yes, well. We’ve called them “Demon Crickets” because they look so evil. Like Middle Daughter, Deborah says, “It looks like a cricket and a spider had an illicit relationship. Nothing that evil looking could have come from a ‘holy union!'”
I understand that they are called (among other things) “Camel Crickets.” Are we the only family plagued by these creatures? They never have any rhyme or reason to their jumping, causing the younger generation to ponder greatly before heading to the basement for anything.
Which brings me to what I am thankful for on this 7th day of November. I’m really, really thankful that it wasn’t MY skirt that one of them jumped up into tonight when there was a quick trip made to the basement.
Correction: This from Deborah’s comment on my facebook posting:
Deborah Yutzy I need to set the record straight. Rachel came up with the name “Demon Cricket”, and that’s her quote. I said that they looked like a spider and cricket got married and had a baby. Rachel said nothing that ugly could be from a holy union.