Crickets, people, crickets

We went to the Texas Bloathouse this evening, after seeing Iron Man (or RoboCop II).   This has been an extremely intense week/weekend, for a variety of reasons.  We needed a break from reality, and boy did we get it with Iron Man.  Wow.  Anyhow, all was going well when all of a sudden, a cricket jumped into my marshmallows and then into my sleeve.  A cricket…sure.  Why not?  Plenty of other tables to bother, but no, it landed on the Lawlers.  You betcha.  I laughed and said that a cricket was just the thing to send a girl over the edge.  I mean, hell, it only took a few wire hangers to send Joan Crawford into violent hysterics.  After shaking my arm a bit, it finally jumped out only to crawl around on the table.  We notified the waitress, who promptly grabbed a napkin as if she was going to squish it right then and there.  As a little girl, I used to run around the house searching for uncapped pens and markers so that I could quickly apply scotch tape to the tips, and, thus, save them from sure death.  If dried up markers could induce tears, one can only imagine my reaction to the prospect of killing a little hippity-hopper.  E and I are notorious for going through great lengths to save suffering little critters like spiders, crickets, squirrels (close relative to the cricket), etc.  We've destroyed chimneys to rescue birds, lassoed squirrels from basketball poles, you name it.  Squishing the thing would have been a bit much, especially with all that is going on.  Had they done so, well, hello no wire hangers. -- J