There’s a shitload of crickets in my basement. It’s like a little chorus down there till I take a step down the stairway.

Then.

*silence* As if they be still and not chirp…I can’t see them. Except they’re fairly large and dark brown and/or black and are on a concrete floor…so they’re easily seen.

But it’s like childhood. If I can’t see or hear you, you can’t see me!

As long as they stay in the basement, I’m happy.

On another bug front, apparently in Manchester there’s infestations of ACTUAL bedbugs. Who knew? And these little bastards are MEAN. They bite the crap out of you at night and are harder to get rid of than hair lice. Unlike hair lice, who like clean hair, the bedbugs like dirty beds.

I guess I should change my sheets? …or is there a double meaning in that?

*scratch scratch*