Mother Cricket!

What do you call a cockaroach that jumps?
A cricket, right?

Well whatever the hell is was...
I don't like it.

Usually, and only if i'm feeling inspired,
i empty out the ink in the big sinks
(kind've like how you would have to clean out your paint trays in Art class).
Anywho,
so sometimes i get all Jackson Pollok-y, right?
Splotches here and there
(although i just realized i never took a picture of it).

Today was no different.
Jackson Pollok-y mood,
so i'm swirling around the ink,
swaying to 'Good Vibrations',
when something jumps,
reacting to the water.
I look down,
panic,
and start splashing water everywhere.
And when it jumped, trying to get out of the water's way,
it touched my arm.
That's precisely when i started screaming.
Well,
not like 'shreiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik!',
more like, 'HOLYMOTHER#$%^@!JESUS#$%^&#yOMG!'
But yes, enough for the farrash guy to come in.
I waited for him to see what i was screaming about,
swiftly turned around,
and got the hell out of there.

Now,
for those of you who know me IRL,
and for those of you who know my affinity for dead animals (hello, Mr. Lizard),
you would never think that i'm a little, erm, uncomfortable with such insects.
Oh, but i am.
If it jumps, flies, or runs fast,
i'm out of there.
And no, i can't bring myself to conciously kill it,
unless i keep repeating, 'it's either me or it'.

So,
go ahead and laugh at me,
but just answer me this,
what the HELL is that crawling up your foot?
*i'm evil*



Psht,
-me.