Alright. This is more of a funny story, not exactly a beardie tale. So this morning, I woke up, got out of bed, and walked into the hallway, which is where we keep the crickets so they're nearby. Except instead of on the shelf where the Kricket Keeper is supposed to be, it's on the floor. With a few choice words, I go over to investigate. So you know the four black tubes that go with the Kricket Keepers so that the crickets will hide inside? The ones with the little clear plastic tops? Okay, so I discovered that three of the four tops were missing and two of the places where the tubes go into the Keeper were WIDE open. So I picked the box up, caught two crickets that were hiding under and nearby it, and took it outside to the porch. I asked my sister to hold the last tube with crickets in it so they couldn't get out. I went about cleaning the dead crickets out and re-feeding them and soaking their little sponge. I'm inside by the sink when my sister runs in, saying, "I dropped the tube!"
And so, about twenty crickets were running wild on our porch. We caught (I think) most of them, and put them back in the Kricket Keeper. (At this point, I'm getting pretty good at catching them).
Fast forward an hour, and I'm upstairs doing laundry with my whole family. And we find a cricket.
Then another.
And another.
So after a while it becomes a sort of joke. My dad thinks it's hilarious, my mom not so much. Every time a cricket appears, we say "Cricket!" catch it, then throw it into Ozzi (my beardie)'s tank. He's having a blast. Anyways, I expect we'll be finding crickets for a very long time. By the end of the day, I'll be a cricket-catching pro. Hope everyone else has a much less frustrating day!
And so, about twenty crickets were running wild on our porch. We caught (I think) most of them, and put them back in the Kricket Keeper. (At this point, I'm getting pretty good at catching them).
Fast forward an hour, and I'm upstairs doing laundry with my whole family. And we find a cricket.
Then another.
And another.
So after a while it becomes a sort of joke. My dad thinks it's hilarious, my mom not so much. Every time a cricket appears, we say "Cricket!" catch it, then throw it into Ozzi (my beardie)'s tank. He's having a blast. Anyways, I expect we'll be finding crickets for a very long time. By the end of the day, I'll be a cricket-catching pro. Hope everyone else has a much less frustrating day!