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i maybe should mention, i find that particularly hilarious because my grandmother just told me the other day she has "a damned cricket" living on her balcony.
"a damned cricket ? why all the hate ?" i said. "crickets are good luck, according to the japanese." (chinese ? not sure now)
"the blasted thing makes such a racket all night long, i can't get any sleep !! and here's what i want to know, i live on the 6th floor, how in the blazes did he get up here in the first place ???"
then she told me she almost threw the plant where he was hiding over the edge, but she changed her mind because she didn't want to kill an innocent bystander by accident, and after that the sneaky bugger moved to a different pot plant. last i heard, the battle raged on. so far, it's cricket : 1, grandmother : 0. maybe i should buy her one of those bats.
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