You may not want to read this post immediately before or after a meal.
Those of you who are long time readers of my blog know how I hate camel crickets. For new readers, check here for what I really think about what I affectionately call the devil’s spawn.
Well, this morning when I went to dump dog food into my dog’s dish on the back patio, there was one of the wretched little creatures sitting right in the middle of the bowl. The evil angel on my shoulder took control and told me to dump the dog food on the cricket and maybe the dog would just eat it. I *loved* that idea, and it was exactly what I did.
I then woke Rocky dog up, sent him outside for breakfast, and watched while he gulped both his food and the cricket! I was congratulating myself – score one for me! Until…
Rocky dog came back into the house and while I was eating my Frosted MiniWheats, he decided to throw up. Being the mom of several children with special needs, vomit, even from a dog, doesn’t usually bother me. What bothered me was that the cricket came back up also – AND IT WAS STILL ALIVE!
So now I not only had this creature from hell in my house, it was covered in dog vomit and hopping all around.
I did the only rational thing I could think of - got out my trusty Dyson vacuum cleaner and sucked the little booger up. Now I will just have to convince one of my sons to take the vacuum container far far away and dump it. And I just hope I don’t have to hear the cricket jumping all around inside the Dyson.
So, how did your Friday morning start?