Crickets In My Coffee...

Sounds gross, huh? I remember when I first moved to Texas 11 years ago the crickets are what I immediately hated the most about the state. Ok, maybe it wasn't crickets actually IN my coffee, but I remember that there were crickets everywhere and it absolutely disgusted me.

Steve and I decided to spice things up a bit the other night with some studying and planning, so instead of sitting at home took our projects to one of our favorite little cafe's near our house..

I was sitting there minding my own business on my laptop when I thought that I saw a cricket out of the corner of my eye. Just like that the little guy disappeared and I then concluded that I was just crazy and seeing things. A few minutes later the Barista came over looking like he was ready to slug at my head with a broom for some batting practice. It was then that I realized the there indeed must be a cricket and he was undoubtedly very near to me. The barista pointed out the little (or not so much) guy down near my feet and it was all I could do to not let out a girlish scream. Instead, I composed myself and promptly told the Barista that had he not made his way over to warn me of the impending cricket danger I would have pooped my pants right there on his fancy cafe chairs. He must have beat the cricket to it's death (and beyond) for a good 45 seconds....I'm still not sure if he shared my fear of crickets or he was just afraid of me adding some spice to his fancy chairs due to my previous threat. I do believe, however, that I saw a little bit of cricket fear in his eyes and I also felt the mutual bond over such a hatred for something as he apologized profusely for almost literally scaring the SH!# out of me.

It all took me back to Texas. I truly love the great state, but I absolutely loathe some of the things the the state has to offer - crickets, humidity and really huge spiders to name a few. Steve and are both convinced that someday we really want to move to Austin, but all I needed this evening was a friendly reminder of some of the glories of the Lone Star State that I'm definitely not missing. It was then that I promptly decided that I'm perfectly content with being a Wisconsin Cheese Head if it means I can escape those dangerous crickets that will most likely give me nightmares this evening.