Monday, May 18, 2009

A slight replay of my own childhood story

This video reminds me of something that happened when I was a kid.

My mom HATES crickets. I remember her spraying bug spray every night outside her window because they kept her up during the night. When I say HATE, I really mean it. So, one day there was a cricket in our house and Mark (my stepbrother) and I decided we would take care of it for my mother. Instead of using bug spray, we found a rock (approx. 1/2 lb) and we decided that we could kill the cricket by dropping the rock on it. Great thinking for 8 year old brains right? Except that we dropped it on the carpet and didn't realize that the carpet pad would make the rock bounce back up into the air. Right into the glass coffee table. Now it didn't break the top into a million pieces but until the day my parents got rid of it, it had a huge circle dent/crack/rock impression in it. And the cricket lived another day too!

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