Random musings about motherhood, mother loss, writing, and whatever's going on in Topanga Canyon, CA
Sep 27, 2008
Crickets, crickets everywhere
Last night, when all humans in the house were sleeping, Timmy the cat knocked the cricket house off the bookshelf next to Billy Bob's cage (when you keep a pet tarantula, you also have to keep its feed alive, don't ask), and they all escaped. So now six crickets are at large on the ground floor of our house, and they're all chirping at the same time since the sun went down. It's utter pandemonium over here.