Crickets

So in addition to having Hedgehog, we also have Beard, who is a bearded dragon that lives in an aquarium in Kim's room (Hedgehog the hedgehog and Beard the bearded dragon... creativity sure is in abundance in this house). Anyways, the day we got Hedgehog, Kim and I went to Petsmart for some pet supplies. Kim bought Beard a box of crickets, since he eats crickets with the same passion that I eat Chipotle with.

Anyways, when we got home, we wanted to see if Hedgehog would eat a cricket, since they are omnivores and eat anything. Well, he did. However, the excitement of seeing Hedgehog eat a cricket may have gotten to Kim, because she forgot to close the lid on the cricket box.

In conclusion, for the past week or so 29 crickets (minus the one that Hedgehog mercilessly devoured) have been roaming our humble abode. We have seen them everywhere, scurrying and hopping and chirping. Today, Jack saw a dead one in the shower, which means our house has now become a mass grave of 29 crickets. I can't wait to surprisingly find dead crickets everywhere!

This has been the worst cricket tragedy since the infamous Cricket Holocaust of 1979, in which for some reason the snakes of Germany decided to blame all of their problems on crickets, and set out to destroy the entire cricket population of the world. They were led by Snakedolf Hissler. puh dum chh.
Never forget.