more of the same...

Last night, the unthinkable happened.

Let me back up to tell you that Josh and I were having a little argument before bed about which is worse: crickets or grasshoppers. As you probably can guess, I said crickets. Josh said grasshoppers because they can attack your face but crickets don't attack faces because they don't jump that high. I said but grasshoppers never (or rarely) show up in your house and they are really just like butterflies when they fly around, whereas crickets are all OVER the place and COULD hit your face if it was the right angle.

Obviously we didn't settle the argument and eventually went to bed. The lights were off about 5 minutes when I suddenly felt this frantic swiping and shuffling noise next to me. Then, the lights were suddenly turned on and Josh was hitting the bed and scooping something up. I hardly dared ask what it was, but I finally did.

It was a cricket. It was jumping across his face. A cricket in our bed.

He threw it in the toilet. I asked Josh if he flushed it because crickets are so crafty that they do this thing where they pretend to be dead when you hit them once. But they come back to life when you're not looking. So, you throw a cricket that you think is dead in the toilet, and you come back half an hour later and he's fully resuscitated himself and is climbing out of the toilet. Josh said the cricket was definitely dead. I made him go check.

Guess what? The cricket had come back to life! I was right about so many things last night. I should be a cricket expert.

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Hey folks, you can check out one of my poems that's published online now. Either click here to go to The Pedestal Magazine or click here to go right to my poem. I don't really like to preface my poems much, but this one is part of what I hope will be a larger project (dissertation?): a collection of poems with a variety of female personas that explore common thematic issues relating to the feminine experience. I hope you enjoy....