Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Cricket

You've kept me up half the night.  I could not find you.  I know you're in there somewhere, because I can hear your infernal music.

I have to go to work now, but you have turned this into an obsession.

When I return, I hope you are still there.

I will find you and I will kill you.

3 comments:

Jennifer said...

This would be the one useful thing the cats do. They are mighty cricket hunters. One takes special pleasure in eating the long legs off of them and leaving them writhing in silence.

Me said...

I will accept your cricket in return for one large housefly the size of a nickle that flies around my room when I'm trying to get a few hours' sleep before returning to work. It sounds as if there's a Stuka in the room and it won't land anywhere long enough for me to kill it.

Please send replacement cricket immediately and accept Brer Fly in return.

Lawyer said...

Jennifer: That's a great point!Unfortunately, I am going to have to hide your post from my wife and daughters. As if they need any more ammunition in their quest to get another pet.

Me: [removes hat] I regret to inform you that the cricket is now deceased. Although your offer was tempting (and made me laugh!), I'm going to have to decline your offer.