Mister Cwicket
September 11th, 2009I think it was a teen cricket in my bathroom early this morning- big enough to be intimidating, but obviously not full-grown. I was, er, busy, so my range was restricted, but I did wad up an article of clothing and threw it at him as hard as I could- stunned him on the second try. I thought he was dead. I scooped him up (avoiding squishing, can’t stand the sound), and tossed him in the trash. One of his antennae was left behind on the floor.
Later on I noticed that he was still wriggling, there in the trash can. I was not about to fish him out and put him out of his misery, so I adjusted the lid to hide him from view.
Brute.
You would do worse to, say, a snake had you the nerve. Nerve is a variable thing, though. Sometimes I just screech for CJ when I see one of those giant crickets. You will note that my method in this case was a long-distance one.
I was pretty calm today when that situation arose. (How’d you know?)
To the question of kill or handle live, I have less trouble with the latter. Killing a snake would involve, in my imagination, a chopping, wriggling, gushing scenario too grisly for serious consideration.
Reminds me: the youth pastor at church told me of an incident between a nest of baby snakes and his wife (who has a phobia for same) whereupon he came home to an assortment of tupperware containers overturned neatly on the floor, a snake in each.
That’s funny!
CJ is, of course, not scared of crickets. However, he cannot STAND it when crickets (the other kind, not the kind I hate) come in the house and chirp loudly. One started up at around midnight the other night…there was CJ, creeping around with superkiller bug spray. Later I heard one more weak chirp.
The next morning we found the still wriggling corpse. I pointed it out to CJ…his response: Cool!
Do tell more about the snake in your basement…
I don’t like the crunch either but as far as snakes go its all theirs-wherever they are I am not