TOWWAS and I were discussing basement crickets last night over "dinner" (a rather small tray of amazing smoked meats that proved plenty of food for the two of us) and drinks (mmm...sangria!) at Jaleo. I was telling her about my bludgeoning adventures and she was telling me about strange bedfellows.
When I got home, I went downstairs to check on my progress in the laundry room and there were no less than 5 fat crickets perched boldly around the room. After some loud cursing (I find it's far more satisfying to insult the little beasts -- and their families -- in a very "oh no you di'int!" sort of way before the beatings begin) and a few whacks with my shoe, all but one were dead. I was too tired and sangria-filled to bother with cleaning them up....particularly when I knew I'd be down there most of the day today.
Only this morning, when I went down (shoe in hand) to see if any more had shown up...last night's carcasses were gone!! Way gone. All of them....including the one really enormously big one...vanished. Nothing but a squished-cricket shaped stain on the floor. Cree-py.
So... The logical questions: Do I A) have a special breed of zombie cricket living in my basement? or (more likely, I fear) B) have a far more terrifying something living down there? And if I do have a dead-cricket-hauling (i.e. largish) something down there, do I want to know what it is? I mean, granted, it was rather helpful of it to clean up my mess but will it also accidentally eat my child? (The internet, incidentally, has thus far proven unhelpful in determining what sort of something might be inclined to move/devour dead crickets in the middle of the night.)
Ugh. Between you and me, I'm kind of hoping it's zombies...
4 comments:
Ooh. Wow. I'm going to go with some kind of very hungry spider. Hopefully also a small one. But those big camel crickets are BIG.
...a very hungry spider living somewhere inside my walls who only comes out at night to prey upon things....
I'll be cowering in a corner with my bludgeoning-umbrella if you need me...
I also found that saying "No. Oh no. No. NO." helped while killing the suckers in my parents' basement, although I generally skipped the cursing. My mother has delicate sensibilities.
house centipedes like camel crickets too - you know, the kind that moves like lighning and has 15 pairs of fuzzy long legs.
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