tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838173868484267731.post5933928510763078808..comments2023-10-30T09:32:32.975-05:00Comments on Texas Word Tangle: Dive-Bombing CricketsRheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11027061380778030388noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838173868484267731.post-37846634149628384492009-10-25T10:35:53.814-05:002009-10-25T10:35:53.814-05:00That sounds like it could be a bit distracting to ...That sounds like it could be a bit distracting to the band members. Wow. They must be troopers!<br /><br />MeCassieMare.blogspot.comAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10300847152078620041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838173868484267731.post-36179164226201538382009-10-24T08:53:47.661-05:002009-10-24T08:53:47.661-05:00You mean like the time the grasshopper climbed up ...You mean like the time the grasshopper climbed up my pants leg, and I had to pull my pants down in front of God and everybody to get it out?<br />Yeah, I have those kinds of stories.Twisted Fenceposthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15973165692768831966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838173868484267731.post-5801217431185527302009-10-22T23:52:06.305-05:002009-10-22T23:52:06.305-05:00My horror story is actually quite similar: Kamika...My horror story is actually quite similar: Kamikaze Krickets all over the stands as I watched my husband play softball. I've lived a dozen or so different places and hadn't seen anything like it until we moved to central Texas.Lauriehttp://wingedbook.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838173868484267731.post-38529052484917931632009-10-22T15:16:20.352-05:002009-10-22T15:16:20.352-05:00Okay, ew. I absolutely hate crickets. Probably &...Okay, ew. I absolutely hate crickets. Probably 'cause when you step on them they pop. Ewwwwwwwww. <br /><br />And excuse me, but I want the story of how he broke the trombone! And how did he get the privelige of playing with the HS'ers?Justinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07011990752073017542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838173868484267731.post-47609452206617813342009-10-22T11:28:07.780-05:002009-10-22T11:28:07.780-05:00My horror story is about a spider. A very large, h...My horror story is about a spider. A very large, hairy, tarantula like spider (I didn't stick around long enough to see if it was really a tarantula).<br />We were in Costa Rica at a hotel and I spotted a hammock. I love(d) hammocks and was so supper dupper excited to get to lay on one so big. I had just gotten comfy when I felt something land on my shoulder.<br />I looked and found myself staring at the biggest freakin' spider I had ever seen. I might have screamed. <br />If you have never tried to swipe off a spider while also trying to get out of a hammock, it's not easy. I did manage a swipe that knocked the sucker off of me. It landed near my shoes, but I didn't care about my shoes. I struggled out of the hammock and sprinted away. My husband was oblivious to all of this, but some nice people passing by retrieved my shoes.<br />Since then, I can't look at a hammock without shivering with recollection of that spider.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10854261160601157270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838173868484267731.post-29524069706304774382009-10-22T11:27:13.203-05:002009-10-22T11:27:13.203-05:00When I was in high school, the seniors one year le...When I was in high school, the seniors one year let loose 100,000 crickets in the school. One. Hundred. Thousand. Crickets. I remember walking to class and they are smooshed in the hallways. Or some would have lived and are hopping through class. And even a month later, you can hear them chirrping. Oy...Keys to the Magic Travelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15634829064005032831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838173868484267731.post-41964298292732033072009-10-22T09:29:21.402-05:002009-10-22T09:29:21.402-05:00Ahhh!! I would freak out!!Ahhh!! I would freak out!!Susiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12099425493742842588noreply@blogger.com