I bought a box of crickets the other afternoon to go bream fishing, but when I got home the wind had picked up and so I left the cricket box in my garage. I also bought four new styrofoam corks and six new bream hooks. I just left them in the bottom of the cricket box so I wouldn’t lose them.
Before I go any further, no George, I don’t know why we call them “corks” when they are made of “styrofoam”.
Something else I don’t know is why the crickets actually ate a good bit of two of the corks. I do know that they seemed to prefer the white styrofoam over the orange, though, in case that is useful information to anyone. I guess it’s true. If you get hungry enough you will eat anything. And in case there are any crickets’ rights activists reading this, I immediately took the corks out and gave them a nice hunk of fresh lettuce. That should satisfy their hunger and also help with their regularity after eating that “cork”. At least until I get to take them fishing with me.
It was also a rough day for the crickets in another way. I have this mockingbird that lives at my house rent-free and he thinks he owns everything. I also discovered his head up in the cricket box enjoying a few cricket snacks when I left the garage door up for a while. I don’t think he can move that 2 X 4 that I have placed over the top of the box now. Lettuce for the crickets. A board for the bird. Problem solved.
Now if the wind can just slow down for a while, I’ll come up with the final solution of this cricket crazy column — catch some fish for supper.