Beetles

I've never been afraid of bugs. I used to play with the box my dad had behind the couch that had meal worm and black beetles (adult form of meal worms) that he used for fishing. He had them in a shoe box with saw dust and cut up potatoes to feed them. He also raised red worms and minnows.

I only call on my husband to kill a spider because he likes coming to my rescue (even though it's unnecessary).

Recently while doing some clean up in the yard, I disturbed millions of burgundy colored beetles with light colored legs that stunk like dirty feet. They were hiding behind some of my containers and under some left over fall leaves. There was so many of them that they made a noise just trying to get a way. I scooped as many of them as I could and dumped them in a big garbage can. One tried to get under my glove, but I got him.

For a while there I wished we still had out chickens, they would have had a feast.

What's With The Bugs

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.

Brazen, huh?

I grabbed one of my husband's reading materials, and hit it, twice.