Friday, May 11, 2007
OK -- this is not about the Good Life. It's more about the bizarre.
I came home last night to find 10,000 live crickets in crates on my porch. I did not order crickets. I don't even know what anyone would DO with 10,000 live crickets (don't want to go there, nope, nope, nope ...) They were sent to my address by a business called cricketfactory.com. (They were shipped to my home under the name of someone I have never heard of, and whose name doesn't turn up in local directories.) I called cricketfactory.com but apparently they are away or don't answer their phone very often. The postal service has promised me they'll show up soon to take the icky crickets away.
At least two people have said to me, "oh how cute, crickets." Let me tell you -- 10,000 live crickets are not cute. A single cricket chirping in the summer evening where you can't see it -- that is cute. Maybe. Thousands of crickets only a few feet from the inside of my house -- now THAT is creepy. And I've learned a new thing about crickets -- they stink. There are some really vile smells coming from these crates.
The crickets sound happy though. At least they're chirping. They chirped all night long. I, however, am not feeling so chirpy today. :-(