I had cave crickets out the wazoo in my basement in MD. They can jump really really far. Occasionally they would make their way into the house proper and really freak me out.

When I was a kid my Grandparents dirt-floor basement had them (since it was pretty much a cave). My Grandfather finally got sick of them and got an illegal bottle of DDT and killed them off.

A few months later they came back in fewer numbers but gigantic. GI.GAN.TIC.

You know I'm totally getting that tattooed on my ankle when I come back up there, right?

\\o/!

Aww. Ginormous and ginormously cute flealets!

o/!

I'm making PG arms right now, AIFG!

ETA: Except I clearly don't have the coding down so it's only half a PG

The bad thing about keeping up with Natter is running out of it, and then having to go back to work.

The only thing worse than keeping up with Natter is not keeping up with it.

t Oscar Wilde (or perhaps James Macneil Whistler)

Quick, someone win the lottery and buy me this: [link]

I'm too busy trying to get underage lesbians to go to a concert with me right now to Natter much.

I put it in the shell of my old iMac, and it was like stoned kitty teevee.

YAY.

I just bought one as a present for someone who shall remain nameless, and luckily thought to buy two, since the second I opened the box, Perkins the cat was all up in one of them.

My cat Ivan was lounging in the kitchen window - -it's one of those windows that is set rather high - I can just look out of it when I am standing up and he knocked MANY MANY things off of the sill which freaked him out so he leaped off the window and knocked even more things down.

Sigh.

I am very sleepy.

Of course, it doesn't help when Pete looks at it and announces "Oh, that's one of the immature males. It's not that big". It's the size of a quarter! That's big enough!

Bah. I'm the one that has to catch the live spiders, so I get to proclaim about the bloody size of the things. And lets' not forget, I'm afraid of them too.

Big bastards.