I don't particularly care for bugs. Not such a fan of them but I'm glad they do good things... like help make flowers?
I think they know I don't like them because nine times out of ten I'm the one who is the first to spot them. My dear husband is very good at catching and killing bugs. I think God gifted him especially for taking care of me by giving him that skill. However my hubby goes to work and then I am left alone with the monsters.
The other day a jumbo cricket--I mean this thing really was huge--thought it would be fun to play with me. First he hopped over to the floor next to me and kinda looked at me. I stomped my feet and he ran away. (I'm not fast enough or coordinated to catch crickets. They jump on me and I scream and that's unnessasary.) Next thing I know the guy (the cricket) was on top of the coffee table. Just chillin. Like normal crickets do that all the time. He walked around. Looked at my pretty roses and then jumped down. I don't know where he went after that. I left the house for a meeting with Chris and haven't seen him since. I am not pleased that he is not showing himself but at the same time perfectly ok with that as long as he doesn't show up testing out the kitchen table or the bed. I'm planning to bring home the next toad I find on a walk with Andree and let him run around and eat all the bugs. Hubby wants a dog and I want a toad to eat bugs. We're special kids.
So that's my story of life this week. Monster crickets want to eat me... or maybe they just like the roses hubbykins got me and wanted a closer look.