

Nothin' to see here, people, move along. Ok, if you insist on staying, atleast take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. Once I get started...well, you could be here for a while. (Just ignore the typos. I do.) Yes, snacks are allowed as long as you share and clean up after yourself. Oh yeah, hey...if you happen to see my scissors around here, could you let me know. I could have sworn I had them right here a minute ago.
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Now in my house that would be consider a plaything for Rascal...lol He would have chased it all over the house!!
That is weird I have never seen anything like that.If it brings you good luck remember me. Your favorite aunt.
This made me think of one of my favorite books growing up: "A Cricket in Times Square" but it made me wonder if the writer duped me becazue the cricket in that book slept in a matchbox and this monster doesn't look like it would fit...
Brandy~ I would have gladly shipped mister Hopper to you for Rascals enjoyment...but I had already gave him the old toss outside.
Vic~ How did you worm your way into my good luck cricket rights?
Raine~ You know the only match box he would fit in would be one of those LARGE matchboxs like my Grandma kept to light her gas stove with. Even that would be a tight fit. The sucker was HUGE.
Holy Crow!! I never saw a cricket like that in NY!! Ack!
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