This was back when we moved from 500 square feet in Burbank to 950 in Northern Virginia, which we called “outside D.C.” because it was less embarrassing to drive 3,000 miles with our books, records, and dishes in the hatchback if our destination was the nation’s capital.
We also have these! Their erratic jumping gave me heart palpitations. Then I got a cat, and now I find their torsos separated from their legs in corners of the basement. I kind of miss them now!
My dog once shook and instantly snapped the neck of a chipmunk, then smiled at me. I’ve never experienced that feeling again: deep respect blended with…terror?
Cave crickets! They rule our cellar, and I’ve come to think of them affectionately as my little “lords-a-leaping.” I will love to now think of them as “charmless fireworks” — though I actually am quite charmed by them. Their lanky bodies and fearfulness and exaggerated prancing are so endearing (now that I’ve spelled that out, it’s clear I see myself in them 😆).
P.S. Dying over those last lines! Such surprise and rhythm and metaphor. Going go be running through my head for a while. “The legs are longer than the bodies…”
Ah, Sara, what a lovely take! We should co-write something. I’ll write the ugly beginning and you’ll bring the sweet twistfor a surprise ending. Also, remind me to never visit your cellar.
Remind me to tell you the saga of the last time I tried to co-write something with a friend, and then you can decide if you still want to ;) Spoiler: I'm not known for bringing the sweetness.
We also have these! Their erratic jumping gave me heart palpitations. Then I got a cat, and now I find their torsos separated from their legs in corners of the basement. I kind of miss them now!
My dog once shook and instantly snapped the neck of a chipmunk, then smiled at me. I’ve never experienced that feeling again: deep respect blended with…terror?
Cave crickets! They rule our cellar, and I’ve come to think of them affectionately as my little “lords-a-leaping.” I will love to now think of them as “charmless fireworks” — though I actually am quite charmed by them. Their lanky bodies and fearfulness and exaggerated prancing are so endearing (now that I’ve spelled that out, it’s clear I see myself in them 😆).
P.S. Dying over those last lines! Such surprise and rhythm and metaphor. Going go be running through my head for a while. “The legs are longer than the bodies…”
Ah, Sara, what a lovely take! We should co-write something. I’ll write the ugly beginning and you’ll bring the sweet twistfor a surprise ending. Also, remind me to never visit your cellar.
Remind me to tell you the saga of the last time I tried to co-write something with a friend, and then you can decide if you still want to ;) Spoiler: I'm not known for bringing the sweetness.
HA! Two dark-minded ladies walk into a writing collab.
Omg…we get these freaks! Never knew what to call then!
Still hear them in my nightmares!
who knew there were spider crickets?? What a move!!!
When a spider and a cricket fall in love…🕷️🦗!