Crickets

Now I ask you...do you have any idea how annoying it is to have a cricket trapped behind your fridge?

Because I was sitting in my bathroom listening to the crickets chirping away and I thought to myself "self, how nice it is to be sitting here in the bathroom listening to the lovely little crickets chirping away." They're so much nicer than those cracked out cicadas. Because nobody likes them. And that got me to thinking about summertime because as we all know crickets = summer and then I was starting to feel a little irritation edging in on my warm and fuzzy happy time with the summer reminiscing (that's totally not how you spell that) and I was wondering "hey, what's with the irritation?" and then I remembered!

When I was back in Nanaimo, sharing a house with the 14 year old boy trapped in a big 40 year old pig body that walked around all the time in it's underwear with no regard for my sensitive girly eyes or the sensitive girly eyes of my friends a cricket got trapped behind our fridge and chirped it's little heart out until it died. Which took a surprisingly long time now that I think about it and drove me and my beautiful little kitties completely mental in the meantime.

I have no real point here. I just thought I'd share. Because I'm all about the sharing. I'm just good like that.