Ow.

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Is it just me, or did scraped knees not hurt so much when I was a kid?

The blasted cricket that drove me nuts last night poked its little antennae out from under the couch a bit ago, so I let it get out into the middle of the room, where it thought it was safe.

Then I pounced like a lion.

Okay, it was more like a walrus, but it (eventually) worked. I had a 3-ring binder I brought down flat, but the little bastard did what they're best at, and leaped to freedom... so I scooted after it.

Bad idea. We have a sisal rug. I have a *beautiful* shiner on my right knee where it took off all the thinnest layer of outer skin perfectly, and little gouges of under skin imperfectly.

I whapped him the second try but good (squoosh), but goodness this burns.

Stupid cricket.

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And how is the rug?

Sisal doesn't like to have little protein bites left in it, you know. Tsk, tsk.

Now you know why killing crickets is bad luck.