Mom was cleaning out the Cricket Keeper tonight and noticed there was a gigantic cricket eating a much smaller cricket while it was still alive. This bothered Mom. A lot. She went to a lot of trouble to catch both of them actually and bring them to me in my house. She wanted me to hurry and eat the small one to put it out of its misery (it was missing body parts at this point but still wriggling). She wanted me to hunt the mean one down and eat it just cuz it was so mean. Normally Mom feeds me in her bathtub so I don't get a mouthful of dirt. But like I said she put these two in my house with me. The little guy was easy. The big mean was a rascal. I had to chase it and hunt it using all my old "wild side" skills. He hid under rocks, behind my water dish, in my plant and hopped all over the place. Finally got the little creep. YEEEAAAHHH! I've still got the skills!! Got a mouthful of dirt too - blech!! It's kind of nice that Mom is thoughtful enough to feed me in her bathtub. Geez, am I spoiled or what?! No not spoiled, cuz I'm NOT rotten. But I am well cared for and I know it. Thanks for everything Mom!! :o)
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