Last night as I tossed and turned trying to get to sleep, I heard a cricket.
You know how they usually sound....
Chreeah-Chreeah-Chreeah-Cheeah-Chreeah...
Well this poor fellow sounded more like: Chee. . . Chee. . .Chee
I figure he was a one legged cricket.
Perhaps he met his match in a hungry field mouse who grabbed his dangling leg as he rested on a leaf one late afternoon in the garden. The rest is too gruesome to relate I'm sure.
But it didn't keep him from TRYING to attract a mate.
I suppose there is a place for one legged males in the cricket matchmaking business.
His ad could read:
SOLC (single one legged cricket)- Seeks SWEFC (single well endowed female cricket) What's left of me is all yours!
( I apologize for Cupcake. She obviously did not get enough sleep last night and needs a nap. . . God knows *I* could use one after reading this entry!)