If only that were the end of the story. But then it wouldnt be much of a story now would it?
I cupped my hands around my cricket as we walked to our car, but when I opened my hands to see my new pet, he was gone! Oh woe is me, he was a faithful friend.
Our next stop was the bread store. On the way there I kept wiggling in my seat...
You know how sometimes you can't get comfortable, everything itches...you feel like bugs are crawling in your pants. It was that feeling.
"Mom" I whined, "I think there is a cricket in my pants!" Now I had concealed the fact that I was adopting a cricket from the pet store, so she dismissed my plaintive cries of discomfort to my quirks of being the middle child raised on a farm.
We got out of the car at the pet store and I once again cried to my mother that I thought there was a cricket in my pants. She dragged me to the counter and asked the lovely ladies working if there was a restroom we could use. They informed us that is was for employee use only.
"Please, my daughter thinks there is a cricket in her pants" she informed them. I saw their looks of mingled confusion and disgust, but one of them finally gave in and led us to the restroom. Once inside my mom looked at me and said "Okay Rebekah, pull down your pants".
I did...nothing. "See" she said, "I told you there is no way there was a cricket in your pants."
I pulled down my underpants....and there it was....the cricket. Oh the horror! It still makes me shudder!
Back in the store my mother announced, to my humiliation, "Well what do you know! She really did have a cricket in her pants!"
I don't think I have picked up a cricket to this day. Would you?