I am not quite sure which superhero is responsible, but at this point none of them are talking.  For I had been planning to prank my daughter Stephanie for over a year and on Friday I put that plan into action.

Yes, on the way home from doing some work at St. George’s in Muncie with Ben and Scott, we stopped at a BAIT STORE where I bought $3.00 worth of crickets.  The idea seemed fool-proof.  We got home and took the crickets out of their sealed bait shop container and put them into Ben’s “bug box.”  There were 35-40 of those little boogers and the plan was to sneak them up into Steph’s room and hide THE BOX before she went to bed.  So that when the lights went off the concert would begin.

Steph went out, Scotty delivered the crickets, and then nothing was said……for days.

Apparently crickets make noise in the dark to FIND EACH OTHER but when they are all hanging out, let’s say in a bug box, they just “chill” (“chill” – young people’s lingo for loitering).  So when Steph never complained, yesterday I sent Scott to get the bug box……but it was gone.  And soon Steph was asking me about crickets she was finding (in a VERY SUSPICIOUS WAY) and then they began to appear elsewhere.

Of course no one knows where the bug box is, nor how the crickets got out.  I imagine there is a superhero involved but the ones I have interrogated are not talking.

There is most probably a moral to this story, but I believe it is still playing itself out.  But it is surely a victory for cricket freedom if such a thing exists.  And although I have my suspects, I must confess….one man’s suspect is another cricket’s hero.

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+