crickets indoors

Buddhist contention includes the respect of insects. In essence, if a person can learn to appreciate and love a bug, the limits to their openness and love of other things in life will be few in number.

I learned to kill a creature from the outdoors much earlier that I learned to capture and release. When I was told that crickets in your house bring good luck, I laughed. They are the ugliest things you have ever seen, and they do not chirp as when they are groovin in the grass. They just look at you, and you look at them. Their inverted longer limbs enable them to bound upward, which can be freaky.

I have not experienced such a repeat issue until moving into my latest abode. After a year of unsolicited visits and the use of a sturdy shoe, these crickets have left in remains with the trash. This was my fashion until March, when I let the discovered indoor insects live. Two nights ago a cricket on my office wall and I exchanged pleasantries, that is to say, we looked at one another and he went on to do whatever crickets do. Today, I got a call out of nowhere from a job I am hoping to attain, filling my heart with giddyness. Yes, I am giddy. Was it the cricket? Or was it the power of positive thinking? There is something to be said for believing that while everything might not happen as you like it, good things will still come your way.