This morning Hubby was on morning shift. It was dark and I was trying to dress quietly because Lacey was asleep in our bed. As many mothers will know it’s much easier to get dressed without a little one at your feet begging to be held. Keeping her asleep was of vital importance.
I had grabbed my jeans from the clothes line and had started putting them on. I felt something sharp inside as I pulled them up to my waist. It was uncomfortable so I pulled them back down to inspect what was going on. I wasn’t sure what to expect. A stick. A sewing needle. Something sharp.
Inside my jeans was a cricket. An insect. Big. Ugly. Capable of jumping. At any moment.
I couldn’t get those jeans off any faster. All I wanted to do was scream. Loud screams. Loud girly screams. But keeping Lacey sleeping was more important.
I kicked the jeans away. The cricket jumped away. I was left feeling violated and disgusted. That cricket had been on me. Ick.
It jumped into the bathroom and hasn’t been seen since. I don’t know where it is. I don’t want to know where it is. I want to pretend that it found it’s own way back outside. But really, I know it didn’t.
Reality is that it’s probably hiding inside my towel. The next time I grab it it’ll jump back on me and freak me out again.
The funny thing is was that I was very brave this morning. If Hubby had been home I can guarantee there would have been screams and shrills. Waking Lacey wouldn’t have crossed my mind. When I’m home alone I’m brave. I remove spiders. I kill cockroaches. I do it all. It’s nice to feel like the princess saved by her handsome prince. I don’t need to be brave when he is around. I have him to do that.
Until we find that cricket. I’m peeing with one eye open. I’m not moving anything. I’m leaving the door open. I know it’s just a cricket. But it’s a cricket capable of jumping. At any moment. And most probably on me. xx
Crickets are one of the few insects that have the power to COMPLETELY FREAK ME OUT. (along with praying mantises and crickets)
Well done with the not screaming. 🙂
Hey welcome back 🙂
Crickets aren’t THAT bad!! They make nice noises, when they’re far away from you, and in large numbers. Preferably near a relaxing body of water. Understand not wanting on in your pants, though.
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I despise crickets. Interestingly enough I haven’t seen one in Sydney yet but in Perth there are heaps. I have a fear of all things creepy crawly.
You did so well. I laughed when you said you’d scream if Shane was home. I would too 🙂
Oh, you are brave. I would’ve screamed for certain!!
The cricket resurfaced last night. We were heading to bed and it was on the back of the front door. Luckily Shane was home so he told me to go downstairs and he’d take care of it.
Next thing I hear is Shane screaming. I asked where the cricket was… and his reply: I don’t know.
I look down and the cricket had jumped downstairs and back onto my jeans that were lying on the floor near the washing basket.
I screamed: It’s down here. Get it out. Arggggh.
So Shane came running down. Scooped it up in a hat. Threw the hat and cricket out the backyard.
He then threw a spare hat back inside at me to scare me. Which made me scream madly. I had Lacey in my arms. She was scared of us all screaming so started dropping the bottom lip and screaming herself.
Hilarious really!
Oh dear poor lacey.
A city girl to the core by the sounds of that story.
I’m very brave when I’m by myself too, spiders are my one pet hate. I grew up in the country and like to think I’m very tough but can’t handle spiders.
hahahaha lmao – and we’re country girls too sis! all the more reason to know how many dangerous things are out there i say! love ya and see ya sundee! hey when do i pick up the cup cakes? xoxo
^^ I meant to say “cicadas” up there. Sometimes I feel so silly.
Danielle – Funnily enough I grew up in the Country. I’m okay with creepy crawlies. It’s just the unexpected that I can’t stand. I want to know where it is and when it’s gonna JUMP!
Sis – I know. Funny!
Suze – I didn’t even pick up on it. Just thought you REALLY hated crickets!