Sunday, October 17, 2010

On my Conscience.

Meet Jiminy.  King of the crickets.  He currently resides in the back corner of our basement, terrorizing me with every hop.

Oh and before you judge me for being afraid of a harmless cricket, just to give you a feel for size: the moulding and baseboard on which he's currently lurking is about 4 inches tall.  And he can jump to eye-level.  I am justified, I tell you!


  1. It is better that one cricket shall perish than one lady lose one nights worth of beauty sleep… or something like that.