CRICKETS!!

There is a serious cricket infestation around here lately.  Plague-like.  And the worst part is, they have found their way inside.  How, I do not know.  But there is not much worse than waking up at 4 AM to the sound of a cricket chirping in your bedroom.  Do you have any idea how loud they are when they are inside your house? 

OK, actually there is something worse.  Finding said cricket, removing it, getting back into bed and falling back asleep, and then waking up thirty minutes later because there is ANOTHER one. 

Lucky for me, and notsomuch for the crickets, the Bug Man is coming on Friday.  Hopefully his bug spray also gets rid of spiders, since last night Charles felt something crawling around his nether-region and after carefully extracting himself from his shorts (terrified that there was a scorpion in his panties), found a giant spider cruising around down there.  Oh my.

I guess this is another part of living in the country that I either didn't think about or just kinda ignored when we first moved out here.  If I am being honest, ignored is exactly what I did.  I knew there were bugs.  The first time I came to Texas was during a grasshopper plague.  I hated it.  HATED IT.  Said I would never live in Texas (it was also August, and very very hot!).  But I guess when we actually decided to move out here I just pretended to myself that the bugs wouldn't actually be a problem.

But they are.  They really, really are horrible.  I guess I should be thankful I do not live in some South American rainforest with those giant cockroaches the size of a man's hand.