The Princess and the Cricket....a tragic tale.

Once upon a time in a little desert town lived a beautiful and talented princess name Rachel (hey, it's my story...I can exaggerate if I want to). One beautiful sweltering day princess Rachel woke up early and turned on the shower to get ready for work (in our fairy tale the princess works right now - think ultra modern fairy tale). As princess Rachel slipped into the shower for her royal cleansing and starting washing her hair she noticed something move out of the corner of her eye. There clinging to the wall was a wee little cricket.

Princess Rachel immediatly pointed the shower head at the little cricket and tried to send it down the drain. The cricket resisted but under the strain of the water pressure seemed to be crushed. It did not go down the drain but did indeed appear lifeless. The princess felt triumpant in her slaying of the cricket as the cricket clan had recently invaded her castle and the fierce battled raged on day after day.

Princess Rachel finished her shower and forgot all about the little cricket....

...until... the next day as Princess Rachel started her morning ritual, she again noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye. There again, clinging to the wall was the wee little cricket. Princess Rachel felt the strange feeling of pride well up in her chest. And although this little cricket was her sworn enemy she couldn't help but feel that the cricket had a strength not characteristic of it's clan. You see, usually the cricket clan would jump and flee from the slightest danger unless they were formulating a suicide jump attack. And so, Princess Rachel decided to spare the life of this brave little cricket but requested a truse:

"Now cricket, I am not bothering you, and I promise not to hurt you if you promise to stay just where you are and NOT jump on me."

The wee cricket looked at the fair princess and it seemed to her that an agreement had passed between them in their gaze.

Princess Rachel continued her shower without incident and gave the cricket an 'attaboy' as she left.

The next day, as princess Rachel reached in the shower to turn on the water for her shower she eyed the corners for a sign of her wee little shower companion...but to her dismay she saw his fragile little body floating near the drain; now I say dismay but really a sense of relief came as well - it is a creepy little cricket afterall.

And so this fairy tale does not end in "and everyone lived happily ever after", for the cricket died and the remaining cricket clan continues to invade the castle.

So, is there a moral to this story?

If perchance you meet a cricket in the shower...

... get your husband to kill it and dispose of the body before you shower....cuz its just going to die anyway, and that makes one less nasty bug to worry about!

The End