What is it with the bugs this year?
There was a cricket in the house for the last three nights. We looked for it but couldn't get it. It disturbed my daughter's rest until she left to sleep at a friends house.
Last night it chirped so loud it bothered me as I wrote. If that wasn't enough, when I got ready for bed the darn thing followed me into the bathroom.
It hopped right underneath the door and right in front of me. The big black cricket sat there and stared at me. As if it thought I'd scream or something. I guess the dumb thing expected me to act like a girly-girl, which I'm not.
I grabbed one of my husband's reading materials, and hit it, twice.