Every summer a pesky little noise maker finds it’s way into our basement. Namely, a cricket, of monstrous proportions, that rubs it’s legs together all night long and chirps and chirps and chirps.
Did I mention this is ALL. NIGHT. LONG?
And that the horrendous sound carries it’s way all through the air vents of our house?
And that this prevents me from my
much needed beauty sleep?
I mean, I’m not just gorgeous for nothing, people! I attribute most of it to my beauty sleep.
And an incredible amount of moisturizer and begging and pleading with my face to not form crevices and fall down on me.
Anywho. Back to the cricket.
I noticed we had our basement cricket for this year about a week or so ago. Every night as I was getting ready for bed I’d hear the *chirp* *chirp* *chirping* through the air vent.
And you know the funny thing about basement crickets? YOU CAN’T FIND THEM FOR NOTHIN’.
It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack, folks. It ain’t. gonna. happen.
Through the vents.
But alas! Just this morning! The skies part, the sun shines, the air is crisp and cool, and what do my wondering eyes see??
My son victoriously holding his bug box WITH THE BASEMENT CRICKET INSIDE!!
VICTORY IS MINE!!!
Well, okay, it’s his. (isn’t he cute?)
**Breaking News Bulletin** The basement cricket of 2011 has been caught. By a super cool 8 year old on a mission to rid the world of basement crickets everywhere. A world hounded by basement crickets that chirp all night long and keep sleeping people from being, well, sleeping people. We thank you dear 8 year old. You’re helping make the world a better place (for sleeping). And this concludes our **Breaking News Bulletin**
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