I got home today to find our dogs had knocked our cricket container off of their kennel into the bathtub sending hundreds of 1/4" chirpers into the wild comforts of our home. A few renegades had escaped the smooth confines of the tub which were promptly orecked, the less adventurous huddled in their social clicks like they were waiting for the Red Cross to show up. I closed the tub drain, realizing I was sentencing possibly hundreds to their uncertain doom, but I had to put emotions aside and tend to the task at hand. I began the tedious chore of collecting the cricket cuisine, unfortunately severing limbs and other fatal wounds with, ironically, an empty bandaid box. Eventually, I had gathered the masses and began the next stage of the mission, cleaning the tub. I turned on the water, figuring these guys were so small, they would just take a river ride and disappear, out of site out of mind. But the water would not even drain. I got desperate, could they have formed some sort of arachnid clog? I grabbed the plunger and went to work. I tried and tried but the bug ball would not budge. As I stood up to go retrieve a sewer snake, I noticed the drain lever was still closed. Sure am glad nobody was around to see that.