If you happen to live in the city of Orange and see a fat, freckled redhead galloping down the street barefoot, boobies flopping in the wind, and she's screaming like she hasn't been on her meds for a few months, that's probably me.
Because as I was minding my business, tooling away on the computer, I glanced over and saw this on my kitchen wall.
Freaking sonofabitching ninja cricket.
Bastard can have the kitchen. I'll blog from the front porch.
You just wait another six hours until Babe wakes up...then your nasty cricket ass is grass, shithead.
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Scared out of your mind, but still had the peace of mind to take the photo? I'm surprised the photo isn't blurry from your shaking hand. Impressive.
Not scared...disgusted. Ick. And this was the third photo I took...the other two were too far away to even recognize what the horrid little thing was.
Really, it's just Jiminy, doing his Walt Disney thing. Let the man sing.
At least your husband would kill it, mine would probably run down the street in his boxers until I killed it...jk!
LOL I would have died also I alway call Dennis when ever there is any bug/spider in a room
You have to love them at our place, our home is full of them. We pick them up and drop them in our aquarium to our Pet Trigger. I never even have to buy fish food.
I'm laughing loud enough to wake up the dead....that is so freaking funny because I HATE THOSE THINGS! Gimme a big hairy spider any day...but crickets and grasshoppers freak the shit outta me!
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