Another cricket arrived in the kitchen Monday evening, living in the same general area as the last one. There must be some opening of some kind in the foundation slab there that allows them in, under the cabinets in that corner. That area is also the entrance for teeny tiny ants, and very cold drafts in the winter. It's probably where the A/C hoses come in. This cricket sings. Jasper didn't discover it until last night.
I was watering the potted tomato plant just below the front porch this afternoon, and as I bent over, my robe (yeah, I wasn't dressed yet, wanna make somehin' of it?) open a bit, and I saw a tick walking up my leg! I hate ticks! That's the first I've seen in this area, and I can't believe I picked him up just on my porch! I've been funny about ticks ever since I was in about third grade, and one got embedded in my scalp right in the top of my head, not just attached, embedded, the scalp had swollen up over the tick, and my mother totally freaked and dug it out! in pieces! using a huge pair of sewing shears. Not like a knife, big heavy scissors blades! Without anesthesia! Digging and scraping. I hate ticks!
I don't usually wear robes any more. I'll throw on a caftan to pot around in until I'm ready to get dressed (and that usually doesn't happen until I'm ready to leave the house). But this morning I had slept in and was awakened by the doorbell. I looked out the bedroom window and saw the mail delivery lady leaving the porch, so I called down to ask if she needed me to sign for something (yes). Yesterday's caftan was in the laundry, so I grabbed a robe. Feels weird. Caftans are much more like clothes, you know? And you don't have to worry about them falling open and flashing the neighborhood. But if I'd had a caftan on, I'd never have seen the tick. Piece of luck.
Of course now I itch all over, thinking about all the caftan-covered ticks I haven't seen over the past days. Ick.