The Cricket Hunter

Victory at last!

My nights lying in wait behind the back wall of the house finally paid off just twenty minutes ago when I captured an especially plump, juicy cricket in the family's old fish scoop. Sylvester the frog will not starve——not on my watch! Her prospects looked dim just two days ago when my parents left for a trip to San Diego without succesfully obtaining crickets for the frog. The dark clouds settled in later that evening when, despite 45 minutes of prowling and several failed attempts, I was unable to catch a single insect. Monday provided a respite in the form of a providential junebug, lured in by the bright patio light long after most of its species had succumbed to the ravages of time. This ensured Sylvester would remain in good health for the time being, but the catch was simple——there was no honor in it. But tonight! I had been crawling around a black widow's web for not ten minutes before I snatched up the fattest wild cricket ever to stalk the Elliotts' yard!
Froggie, we're gonna eat tonight!