Remember the cricket problem I told you about in the last post? Well my classroom has crickets. And I don't mean to semi-tolerable green ones that are tiny little jumpy guys. I mean the mean mother cock roach crickets that are slimy and have wings and horns and venom and teeth. Some of that may be exaggerated, but not all of it.
So what just happened 10 minutes ago that prompted this post? One jumped on me. My students are silently working on the computers, I am typing an email, and boom cricket hops on my leg, arm, and squirms away under a nearby baseboard. What did I do? Stand up and scream, "CRICKET!!!!!!" No one came to my rescue but all thought I was crazy.
I immediately googled the words, "How to kill crickets" and now have a plan. I am going to come Monday prepared. There are still about 30 in the lights, and I have (asked a student to) killed over 15 on the floor between yesterday and today.
Dave and I are going to have to move if this doesn't stop. And sources say that the crickets get worse in September.
Want to know the worst part? My classroom is the only classroom in the school with the problem. Something about an improperly sealed roof, foundation, doors, windows, etc...who knows. All I know is Monday, I will have cricket traps, cricket spray, cricket vacuums, cricket killers, and cricket demolishers. No more jumping around, afraid in my own classroom screaming "CRICKET" for all to hear.
In other news, while I was typing this blog post, the handsy cricket that jumped on me earlier returned and I screamed like a 12 year old girl. You win today cricket. You win today.