So my wife goes downstairs to check on something in the laundry room and immediately screams like a little girl. In 17 years I have never heard her utter sounds like this. Not for spiders, not for mice, not for moles, not even for foot-long, little, alien looking worm things. Both boys sprinted down the stairs to see what was up. Even though I'd never heard quite this sound from her before my trained ear recognized that it wasn't life threatening. So I walked down a few moments later to find Justin with some tissue scooping up an insect-like black bug in the midst of my wife's now repeated screams of high-pitched terror and flailing arms. If you were to replace the screams with a robotic "Danger, danger, danger Will Robinson..." we could have collected royalties from outer space. What was it I wondered? "A cricket!" said she. [...silence from me...] "A cricket? Seriously?" My bewilderment at the perceived overreaction and subsequent laughter didn't go over very well.
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It was huge, huge and black and ugly! Did I mention that it was huge and in my house!!
Yes, perhaps we should have put a leash on it instead.
I hear they've been known to carry off small children and animals.
No. No...wait....those are birds, aren't they?
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