Every few days my new friend, Jiminy, visits my apartment. That's Jiminy, as in Cricket.
I'm not certain if it's the same cricket who keeps sneaking back in, or if there are multiple crickets in search of good homes in the greater Voorhees area, but I keep finding my little friend.
In the bathtub...in front of my linen closet...next to my bed.
I place a glass on top of the little guy, slide Diane and Mark's wedding invitation under the glass, and throw the bugger out the door. Yes, I always use the wedding invitation. It's the perfect size and the weight of the paper ensures Jiminy won't escape. Diane and Mark did well.
Diane suggested flushing Jiminy. I'm not certain if she's anti-cricket or is tired of me using her wedding invitation to toss his cricket bum out the door.
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It's definitely 12:45am and here I am loudly cracking up. Waking up the whole house. Thank you for keeping me amused for all these years.
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