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The other morning I woke up to the sound of crickets and snuggled deep under my covers, loving the sounds of nature.Until I realized that the windows were closed and nature was IN my house.
I'm all for nature as long as that's where it is - where it belongs.
Secretly I grin when my kids tell me that they've killed a cricket or found another one that has gone to the great eternal field in the sky.
And you probably don't want to know (but I'll tell you anyway) that I found great satisfaction in quickly shutting the washing machine lid the other day - rendering a poor, helpless cricket incapable of escaping from the spin-cycle of death.
Proof positive by the one little leg I found later at the bottom of the machine.
