One I am sure none of you are aware of. Happening right in my own household. The death toll is unknown, but it is staggering. Heck a mass grave was just found earlier today. Beheadings and dismemberment are common. I know not what caused the ongoing, totally one-sided war. Over resources. Food. Land. I don't know. I seem to think it is because one side is just far superior in power, and therefore they can slaughter at will. And by they I mean Mather, my wonderful pootie.
She may appear harmless, but the crickets who have found a method to get into my house would argue she is a cold blooded, ruthless killer. I don't know if Crickets have a World Insect Court they can appeal to, but I fear of they do Mather will soon not be able to travel outside of the boundaries of my house.
More pootie fun (w/ pics of course) below the fold.
*Hey it is Friday, just having some fun. Clearly, clearly I am not mocking the actual Holocaust.
I guess my father in retirement is so bored he is actually reading local housing codes to pass the time. A few weeks ago he told me the door I had going from my first floor to my garage was in fact, "not up to code." Given it was a door I could put my fist through, but really I didn't need to hear I needed to bring that door "up to code" a few times a week.
Well I found a door. Steel. Fire proof. Double pane window. A great deadbolt at a garage sale. Actually the nicest door I have in my house by far. I put it up. Now it appears to fit perfectly. But clearly that might not be the case. I've never had bugs (outside of spiders, which freak Mather out) in my house (they don't bother me, I leave them alone). Much less mice.
But I noticed Mather was sitting on a chair staring down at the bottom of the new door all the time. I couldn't figure out why. I just figured she was strange, she is in fact strange (in a good way -- kind of like her owner).
Then I started to notice a few dead crickets. Not a lot. Just a few. Always kind of in the pathway of areas I walk all the time. I grabbed either a paper towel or my dust buster, put them in the trash. I didn't think anything of it.
Then the other day I walked out of my home office, where I spend like 15 hours a day, and there were two laying right in the doorway. I thought that was strange. Two dieing right next to each other.
A day or so later I sat down at my desk, and well heard a "crunch" as I rolled my office chair (these are large crickets). Five crickets, a couple still alive. I was like MATHER, what are you doing?
I've heard of cats, and Mather isn't declawed and I don't let her outside, bring birds and mice back to their owners. Well my cat it seems is bringing me crickets. A lot of them in fact.
I guess I should say congrats Mather. You work with what you got to impress your owner :). I've been walking around with my Flip camera 24/7 trying to find an "engagement." I've yet to see one.
But be forewarned crickets, don't enter my house. It is a "dead" zone for you and incests of your kind.