#ihatecrickets

What a Friday! I am extremely stressed out. This weekend is going to be doing homework because I have so much to do. I was so happy I finally got a nap today; I slept through dinner. It was a nice four hour nap. That was pretty much the highlight of my day. And then, when I think my week can't get any worse, it does. I'm sitting at my desk, and I feel something fall on my foot. I look down, and there is a cricket. It scared me...I just wanna go cry. Hopefully, my weekend will be better.

Giant big crickets are not my thing. Especially when I grew up watching my brother smash them and then witnessing the guts squirt out. Or how about the time my mom had a praying mantis and I watched it feed on crickets - it pops the head off and sucks out all the juices. ALL OF THIS MAKES ME WANT TO PUKE. Or the time when I had to feed my brother's fire belly frogs crickets and I watched as they pounced, crunched, and then decided to leave a couple cricket legs hanging out of their mouths. PLEASE, NO!!! I'm not the type of girl to be afraid of other living creatures, but when it comes to giant black crickets...they just make me want to gag.

MY CRICKET DIED and i watched him die because i did the good deed but he RESUSCITATED AND HOPPED AWAY. someone save me.