My sweet
thespianmobile picked up some crickets for me when we were out running errands yesterday. I'm not sure if I forgot to put them in their box (& they somehow worked their way out of the bag) or if I left the box open or what, but my house is full of escaped crickets. And there are none in the cricket box.
Well, not exactly "full". But I keep hunting down bugs. When I catch one it does go directly to it's intended lizard cage of doom anyway. And the little buggers are keeping the cat exercised.
Still. One kitchen cricket... normal. Two... anoying. 6? 10? WTF ick!
In other news, our ripped apart bathroom is gradually morphing into a nicely redesigned bathroom. Redoing the house in a recession? We're doin' it!