I have satan's own spawn living in my home. This devil cricket buzzed by my ear earlier and I swear it sounded like a B-52 bomber. I shrieked, jumped then ran to get my camera. These little devils are somehow finding their way in. We threw a total of 3 (YES 3) out of the house today.
On the up side, I do have a praying mantis living in my home as well. I googled them and found that they are actually bug killers. It's kinda weird to keep a bug around just for the purpose of killing another bug. In this case though, the ends justifies the means. I can live (somewhat) with a praying mantis. I can't live with demon crickets.
I looked up crickets by the way and they are not all Jiminy Crickets. Mostly they are heard but not seen. When I do see them they are these unassuming little brown bugs. I am not "okay" with them, but I will not have a total mental break down at the sight of them either. This little Beelzebub on the other hand is huge, black and shiny. Reminiscent of a cockroach.
I don't want you to think I live in a bug infested hell hole. It is a plight of living here. It just is what it is I suppose.
Bleh... I hate bugs.
Edit: I just read this post to John and he says that by listening to my post, it most definitely sounds as though we live in a hell hole. It almost made him want to pack his bags. He then regained his senses, looked around, and realized that we indeed (INDEED) do not live in a hell hole. I ask that Miss Plume testify to this fact. As a matter of truth, this house is brand spankin new!