To get the full effect, I recommend that you play the attached sound clip while reading this entry. (The song actually has special meaning to me because we sang it in 4th grade honor choir).

[audio:http://tolberts.org/lori/Audio/cricket.mp3]

Last night, I found our lucky little cricket after cleaning up the dinner dishes. Because I am entomophobic (I fear insects), I asked Bryan to “relocate” our new little friend.

Unfortunately, Bryan’s idea of helping me dispose of bugs is to chase me around the room with the poor critter in his hand and threaten to put it down my shirt. Luckily, at least to this point in our relationship, I’m too fast or Bryan is wisely merciful.

I was shocked when Bryan brought the bug over to Vivi and she didn’t freak out. In fact, she giggled as the little guy tickled her and jumped all over trying to get away.

Even Ariana, who was initially scared, got in on the fun.

Or at least she thought that it was fun until the cricket tried to get lucky and gave her a kiss on the nose.

Ariana FREAKED OUT and is lucky that the cricket didn’t hop in her mouth while she was SCREAMING, “It’s in my hair! It’s in my hair!”

After some reassuring hugs (but failed attempts by Bryan to get her to hold the cricket again), Ariana calmed down, and our cricket friend was lucky to be let loose in the backyard.