I am sitting here at my desk, tired, bored, chewing on one of these harsh caffeinated penguin mints, and browsing other blogs(Ebay was getting boring) in between the cases I actually have to work on. I am hungry because I didn't have time for breakfast. My neck is still sore and I can't turn my head as far as I should be able to without cringing from the pain. I have over 5 hours worth of work left. I feel like crawling under a rock.

Last night, I bought crickets for my frogs. I have 2 mantella frogs, named Nelson(Nelson Mantella) and Mandy. Nelson is a bright orange/gold color and the size of a nickel. Mandy is green, yellow, and blue, and is about the size of a quarter. She is missing a foot. It happened before I bought her. Anyways, back to the story about the crickets. I set the bag down on the floor near the kitchen table, cause dinner was ready. I know our cat, a little hellion named Laney, is always very curious about the crickets, but she generally only tosses the bag around. So we were eating and watching TV, and I looked and noticed the bag wasn't where it was before. No big deal I thought, and I looked over to where Laney was. She had chewed a hole in the bag, and the crickets(very small) were getting out.

FUCK!!!

I think I lost about 20 of them. I bought fifty. I had to get the vacuum, since I could not catch them. I then sealed the bag and put it in a safe place.

A few hours later, I was working on my frogs tank, cleaning their water bowl, getting the crickets ready, and I began pouring the crickets into the small plastic container I have for them. I briefly looked away to see what Laney was up to, and when I looked back, I was pouring some of the crickets out onto the desk and floor.

FUCK!!!

I am not sure how many got out. I lost over half the crickets I bought. I was able to feed the frogs, but I won't be able to get more crickets until Friday.