Horror Story

A few nights ago I was startled to my feet by cries of alarm which emanated from the other end of the house. Concerned, I made my way through the living room to find that the girls were shrieking at the presence of a bug in the bathroom. Bravely I ventured forth to investigate expecting to find a spider or a dreaded roach, which even I find unpleasant. A moment later I emerged;
“It’s a cricket.”
“That’s worse!”
“Why is it worse?”
“Because they jump!” After a brief instant of astonishment at the pandemonium caused by a harmless, and no doubt terrified, little cricket I move toward the kitchen to fetch a glass and a postcard.
“Hold on, I’ll take care of it.”
A few moments later I am sliding that postcard under the glass containing the scrambling creature. The girls scurry to the door in order to hold it open as I exit with my capture, only to scramble indoors before I release the beast, least it should leap upon them for revenge! I realize this is how I must look to the guys when I react with alarm at the sight of a roach and smile to myself. “Off you go” I whisper to my rescued insect.
Last night I passed a bush with the singing cricket within and I wondered if it might be the same cricket I saved. Wouldn’t that be something?