I go to shower in the morn
With courage in my heart
To clean myself, refresh my mind
To make some warbled art
There is one thing that shakes my strength
One thing that I will fear
The chirping of the cricket’s life
Which I don’t early hear
So when I step inside the tub
Confronted with the sight
I need to find something to kill
The large bug in the light
But when you’re in the bathroom there’s
Not much to use to smash
So sometimes I must improvise
When turning bugs to mash
It isn’t pretty but it works
To use a paper towel
But on the whole the process is
A little south of foul
Yes, this is a real thing that happens. Crickets in the shower. The worst times are when they’re between the shower curtain and the inside of the tub and they only come out once the water comes on. At that point, there’s very little you can do.
I really hate crickets.
Why are they half the size of my hand?
Why do they jump?
Why?