Crickets (and ladybugs) are the only bugs that don't make me run for the hills. Ladybugs are just too darn cute, and Chester showed me a fond love for crickets that I will never forget. :)
Last night at work there was a little cricket lost in the kitchen. I scooped him up in my hand and gently set him outside.
After I set him down I noticed a bunch of white lumpy stuff on my finger. Now, I've held crickets SEVERAL times before. I like to rescue them from the prison that is a grocery store and set them free on their way out in the wide open skies.
DID I scare the POOP out of him?? OR did I squish him??