After I post this I'm going hunting...
There's a cave cricket living in my basement. A huge cricket. The mother of all crickets (or it will be if I don't kill it; I'm fairly sure it's impossible that it can be as big as it is without being full of a million other, smaller crickets).
I've been after it for weeks. It has been narrowly escaping my attacks, but no more. It has been driving me into an insane fury and, long story short, it's time to get serious. I feel that you should have this information because my life is becoming ever more consumed by this cricket's demise. I am calling it Moby Dick and I will be updating you periodically on my progress in my sacred mission to end it's life. If I blow you off in the next week and tell you I'm cricket hunting, I'm not kidding.
-Ahab out
I've been after it for weeks. It has been narrowly escaping my attacks, but no more. It has been driving me into an insane fury and, long story short, it's time to get serious. I feel that you should have this information because my life is becoming ever more consumed by this cricket's demise. I am calling it Moby Dick and I will be updating you periodically on my progress in my sacred mission to end it's life. If I blow you off in the next week and tell you I'm cricket hunting, I'm not kidding.
-Ahab out