When I was a kid, I am fairly certain I wouldn’t have brought any critters home from school. I am confident that if I had done so and then dared to put them on my mother’s kitchen counter, there would have been words. A lot of them. I know for sure that if I had brought critters home and put their “condo” on my mama’s kitchen counter, I and the critters would be sleeping outside, especially after one of them got out of his or her plastic home and hopped around her bedroom. The whole matter would not have been taken lightly in the least had my sister (I don’t have one) yelled, “Get it, get it, get it,” while I tried to cup my hands, hollering all the while, trying to ensnare the critter and put him back in his habitat. My mom certainly would not have taken the knee-hi that she sent to school along with the two-liter bottle and covered the opening. Of that much, I am certain.
Don’t get me wrong. My mother believed in education. She got up with us, made us a hot breakfast, and sent us to school every day. That’s right, we went to school. At no point, did we ever bring school home with us. Insect Week or no Insect Week, those critters would have been outside where they belong. They wouldn’t have gotten by the door. They would be enjoying the outdoors, doing whatever critters do out there.
I can’t say I blame her. We have three new crickets in our house. Precious, Pretty and Hopper — so named for his or her love of hopping, which is why he or she tried to get away when the stocking was removed — and they have caused quite a to-do. They live in a cut off two-liter bottle, the condo, complete with grass and pebbles and other things crickets like. While I appreciate Simone and Nadia’s enthusiasm for all things nature, I simply don’t think such things were made to be brought inside. I’m going to be a different mother than my mom and let the little critters stay the night. But I promise if I so much as hear a chirp out of them, they are out of here.
How do you deal with critters?