Guys, I've got a major case of the heebie jeebies.
Here I was sitting, minding my own business while adding some tunes to my MP3 player. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a dark spot on the baseboard.
"Ugh," I thought. "A spider."
But I haven't had one of those in my apartment for awhile, so I wasn't too bothered by it. I get up from my chair to get a better look at what kind of spider I'd be dealing with and to judge just how much paper towel I would need to employ for the scoop and flush method. Then I realized. I wasn't dealing with a spider.
It was a CRICKET!
Yes, those awful things that were invading my apartment a few weeks ago. It was another one. I'm not sure how this one managed to get in my apartment as I very carefully scan the area surrounding my door before I open it to ensure none of them get in.
This one? I would have noticed if he hopped on in when the door opened. Yes, he was THAT big. And brown, which was odd because the little buggers are usually black. But anyway, there he was, just chillin' on my baseboard.
I ran for the paper towel, grabbed a hunk and wadded it up to make sure I couldn't feel him when I scooped him up. And it would have worked...if I had gotten him on the first scoop. Nope, instead he JUMPED! The cricket jumped away. And he bounced off my legs, shudder. It took me several tries before I successfully grabbed him in the paper towel. Praying that he'd stay in the paper towel (because he wasn't in there too good), I ran to the bathroom and flushed him.
And now I have fears that there are more crickets hiding out in sneaky places around my apartment. And that wouldn't be cool. Because in case you haven't noticed, me and crickets? We're not the best of friends.