I must now face the task of removing three dead crickets and the dried-up orange gummy food from their home. The remaining crickets don’t seem to mind the carnage. They’re happily chirping and singing (whatever you call it). Maybe they’re screaming for help I’m not sure. But they’re making a LOT of noise. Too much noise! But they’ve called my attention to a major issue.
The cricket “clean-up” falls on my to-do list just three days after they arrived at our home.
“If I had some crickets then I could sleep better.” My son declared over the weekend.
“But I’m not even sure you can have them as pets.” I told him.
“Yes you can! I saw them at the pet store.” He ethusiastically informed us.
So off to the store we went.
He was right. The pet store DOES have crickets. But they’re sold as food NOT pets. But I could not convince the children otherwise. Especially since they make special food and “cricket” carriers for them. So we left the store with the crickets in hand feeling good about saving them from becoming a lizard’s dinner.
And this brings me to my point. WE GIVE OUR CHILDREN TOO MUCH STUFF and therefore WE HAVE TOO MUCH CLUTTER. (yes I consider the crickets clutter… besides… “cricket clutter” makes a nice alliteration.)
I’m not sure when we took a wrong turn as parents and began indulging our sweet little ones too often. But we’ve landed on this treacherous road and now we need to get off. The crickets have literally sounded the alarm on this one.
This reality began to sit in shortly after we brought the noisy insects home. I heard a thump, followed by screaming, accompanied by yelps of “Get “em, get ’em.”
Someone knocked over the crickets and well you know the rest… a few escaped and mayhem ensued. Cue the Benny Hill theme song.
I’m not sure how many got away, but I managed to catch one alive. I found another one the next day limping along in the kitchen. He finally bit the dust. (poor little guy) He was swept up and thrown in the trash. (RIP)
My son soon declared his love for the crickets and decided that they must go on our trip to California next week.
“They won’t let them on the plane.” I told him.
“Because the crickets can’t go that high in the sky.” I maintained.
“Well.. I will tell the pilot to fly low then.” He said.
“Even so. The hotel won’t let them stay.”
“We don’t have to tell them mommy.” He whispered.
Let’s just say I FINALLY convinced him that the crickets would be happier at home. They can keep the fish company. (see “Not So Free Fish” for more on that.)
This will be our last purchase for awhile. We’re going back to the “you have to earn it” rule. I’m also planning to enforce a new rule- Something old has gotta go, whenever something new comes in.
It’s going to be hard, but we’ve got to try! And we’re starting now.
While we’re gone next week, the nanny will clear-out and give away toys the kids have outgrown or no longer use. They shouldn’t sit and gather dust. A deserving child should enjoy them.
We hope to return to an organized and clutter free home. (oh please… oh please… )
Unfortunately… those crickets will probably give us a noisy “welcome back.”