posted by some mindful webworker, mostly,
on various other sites, in various guises,
and selected responses.
Crickets
Used to be crickets would drive me nuts. Our crickets-in-the-house hunting has been greatly abetted by having cats. Downside is occasionally picking up leftover cricket legs... or, worse, crickets surviving with only one back leg. I throw those poor guys outside -- as bird food.
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Presented in illustrated documentary, what we know of his story, and the history of our community he inspired.