YEARS AND YEARS AGO when my children were very young, a couple came over to our home for a visit.
After a little while, as we were sitting in the kitchen, our lady friend saw a cricket.
Before I knew what she’s was going to do – she did it – she stomped on him and killed him!
Jiminy Cricket!
I was not pleased. My house, my cricket!
“Why did you do that?!”
I like crickets and she didn’t care I did!
(Not that this has anything to do with our relationship – but I found I didn’t like her. Still don’t – for good reason.)
My JOY JOT is this:
yesterday there was a baby cricket in my rec room (good news: I was exercising!) and my cat wanted to play and / or eat my cute little buddy cricket.
Not happening this time! I got a tall glass, a piece of paper, and scooped him into it.
It was really cute how he tried to jump away from me, his rescuer!
Joyfully: I put him outside and gave him a stern direction: “Don’t come back in! I like you!”
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