Allure

[rejectomorph]

The first cricket I've heard this year is chirping in my back yard. I suppose it's only a matter of time before a feral cat finds it and eats it, but for now I'm enjoying the music. It provides a nice complement to the croaking of the frogs, who have a slightly faster rhythm. I've been out listening since he first started in around dusk. The crescent moon has come out, and the air is very mild. The Internets have no allure compared to a cricket's song on a mild spring evening. I hope he stays well hidden from those cats.

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[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

My old boy Zack would eat the big, black crickets but not the tiny ones that had a much shriller song (that actually sort of hurt my ears), and not the cave crickets that would've made a real meal for him. Glad you enjoyed the serenade!

[rejectomorph]

I also much prefer the big black crickets, though not to eat. Just to listen to. (I don't eat the little brown ones either, but they do in Southeast Asia.)

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

*faints*

*revives*

*faints again*

Thanks a lot. :D

[rejectomorph]

Heh. I find that recalling how, in my financially desperate adolescence, I ate more than a few hamburgers from McDonalds, somehow makes the sight of a plate of fried crickets a bit less unappetizing.

[daisydumont.livejournal.com]

Good point. My older son, in college, started calling the local "Mexican" food place Taco Hell. Do you want beef, beans, and cheese or cheese, beans, and beef or...

[rejectomorph]

In southern California there was small local chain called Taco Treat which we always referred to as Taco Threat. They made chimichangas but called them burritos (which they are a variety of, but deep fried, so they really ought to be called by their correct name.) I haven't had one in about thirty years, but I'm pretty sure I can still feel it slowly working its way through my colon. God knows what was in those things.