We went to Mammoth Cave this weekend. How wonderfully glorious to go underground on a wool-muggy day!
Here are some cave crickets. Back when we were living together, many many years ago, Jenni and I called them spidickets because we had no idea what they were. One time, the power went out; knowing what we would probably see, we turned on a flashlight and saw that 20-30 of these ugly thumb-length creatures had materialized out of the woodwork.
It puts me in mind of the goblins in the mines of Moira, and Gandalf calmly saying: "They are coming." That is how we felt just before turning on the flashlight.
A link to a previous post about this vile things...
Wooly Friends
6 years ago
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