I'm more afraid of the spiders (Seriously, I shivered just writing that. It's a problem.) but the crickets jump. And for some reason they always seem to jump STRAIGHT. AT. ME. (And then I scream and do a prissy girl freak out because everyone knows that crickets can't latch onto you with their horrible jaws and spiked talons if you're jumping up and down on your tippy toes.)
I didn't get rid of a lot of stuff today, but I did rearrange some stuff and move some other stuff to a better location.
I went from this:
The stuff on that table in the foreground is what I'm getting rid of: a scarf, an old photo mat, another toxic water bottle, an extraneous cable and a little bag. And that stick that Quinn is playing with belongs to your tent, WhyMommy. We'll have to get together so I can
Total items for today: 6
Oh, and FYI, I did find crickets. There was one that I thought was a spider at first, which was disquieting because while crickets are scary, cricket-sized spiders are a total deal breaker. I was composing in my head my speech about how to break it to Alex that we were moving while I inched close(r) to the cricket/spider to determine its species. Fortunately he was a cricket.
The crickets were holding a convention in a bucket. (I dare you to click on this image to enlarge it. Dare. You.)
I left them there in the bucket in hopes that they would pack their suitcases and leave now that they've been exposed to the light. Or at least that they would go to a more covered spot so I can pretend they're not in my basement anymore.
Not a single one of them attacked me although one did make a sudden move causing me to freak the fuck out. And I smashed my ear on my furnace moving some bins into their new home.
Do I sound completely crazy?