Attack of the Cricket

So Gabriella and I were sitting here last night watching Noddy. It's the last thing we do before heading upstairs for storytime and bedtime. Lulu (our dog for anyone who doesn't know) was outside. Suddenly I hear her growling so I went to get her quickly (we had an unfortunate skunk incident a few weeks ago so I don't take growling/barking lightly at night). She was right at the back door staring at it. I thought it was odd but decided to just let her in. I open the door and in hops a huge cricket (like 4 inches long) and Lulu goes after it. The cricket is hopping all over the place, Lulu can't catch it, and Gabby's trying to figure out what is going on. I was frantically turning on all the lights, grabbed Gabby (because the cricket got close to her) and was freaking out. Keep in mind I'm still having back problems and running around, grabbing Gabriella are on my list of things not to do. I was yelling at Lulu to catch it, I wasn't desperate was I? Telling our dog to catch a cricket that she chased into the house. It ended up jumping up the wall and I took one of Ricky's shoes and took care of the situation.

This morning Gabriella keeps talking about the cricket and how it jumped on her baby, and got near her leg. Oh and it jumped on the wall by her "bertday" pictures before Mommy got it.

Crickets on steroids are not welcome in this house. To be honest, I don't like bugs at all. I'm not that brave and if my husband isn't here to kill them they are not welcome.

Now that you're all laughing hysterically I hope you enjoyed our big problem. At least it's humorous for everyone else.