The Rescue of Stuart Little
I’ve been having a cricket problem lately. I hate crickets. They look like jumping cockroaches to me. In fairness, I hate almost anything with more than 4 legs. I don’t mind some of the glorified bugs like butterflies and lightning bugs but absolutely hate flies and silverfish. Don’t even get me started on spiders. I will run to the opposite end of the house and cry my eyes out over a spider if he’s scary enough or startles me.
Other “pests” don’t bother me as much. I’ve become quite the bat wrangler the past two years. I’ve caught about 5 of them. They only freak me out when they make their chirpy noises. I spent half an hour trying to catch a bird a few months ago. The bats were so much easier. Down in Florida, I was showering when I had a little green frog flying at me. He was a slippery little mofo. I spent a good while stark naked and soaking wet chasing the little guy to get him back outside.