So there I was cleaning out Gibbs' salad bowl in the kitchen whilst Jim was starting to feed him in the front room. Suddenly there was a holler, and I came a running to find Jim standing the middle of the room as two crickets scurried to get away. I promptly joined him in a stampy dance and we managed to vanquish our worthy adversaries pretty quickly. Unfortunately this was just the tip of the iceberg.
Jim had just gotten the box of crickets out and was showing them to Gibbs when Gibbs decided he wanted to eat them NOW and made a jump at the box and it had flown out of Jim's hand and opened as it fell to the floor. Jim managed to get it closed but by that time around 30 little monsters had escaped and thus our bug hunt commenced.
Furniture was upturned, long forgotten mementos found (Honey Bear! The lesser spotted fork. Jim's Napa Valley Bike Tours cap), and rubbish moved about. There was much reaching under things, and nashing of teeth. We did things that I regret, it was plainly a massacre and none were given quarter. But all's fair in love and war.
I'm doing my part, are you?
And finally a musical interlude...
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