JordanAng420
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So yesterday I went to a local farm that was supposed to sell me some rodents for my snakes. Come to find out, they didn't have any sizes I needed, and they didn't have mealworms either, but they did have a box of 1000 crickets. You guys. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I took that box home.
So there we were, driving home from this wierd rodent farm that wouldn't sell me rodents...with all these 3/4" crickets that, thankfully, do not chirp. And that's when it occured to me....where the HECK am I going to put all these crickets? How on earth am I supposed to get them out when I need them? So. Off to Walmart and Home Depot I went. I went and bought myself a 10 gallon sterilite tub, an exacto knife, duct tape, and some screening material. LOL. Getting home, I placed the stinky crickets in my garage, and went off to fashion my new cricket palace. All while still trying to figure out how a $15 box of crickets ended up being $60 worth of supplies in the end. I cut a big hole in the top of the tub and put a giant piece of screen over it, and then proceeded to duct tape it so that the little buggers don't get out. I placed some carrots, potatos, and cricket gutload at the bottom of the tub.
Now it was time for the transfer, which of course I wanted to do outside...and of course, everyone and their mother was outside too. Carefully I open the box, and no doubt, as soon as I get it open, about 10 of them just jumped right out at me. I swore, and dumped the box into the bin as quickly as I could, all while losing crickets EVERYWHERE. They then started going up my pants leg. I then proceeded to run in tight little circles, screaming like a little bat. My neighbors, who were beginning to gather, thought it was the funniest thing since Bob Saget. I placed the top back on the tub, and the tub went back into the garage. Emerging from the garage, a few neighbors actually gave me a round of applause for my "performance."
I'll stick to 50 or 100 at a time from now on.
So there we were, driving home from this wierd rodent farm that wouldn't sell me rodents...with all these 3/4" crickets that, thankfully, do not chirp. And that's when it occured to me....where the HECK am I going to put all these crickets? How on earth am I supposed to get them out when I need them? So. Off to Walmart and Home Depot I went. I went and bought myself a 10 gallon sterilite tub, an exacto knife, duct tape, and some screening material. LOL. Getting home, I placed the stinky crickets in my garage, and went off to fashion my new cricket palace. All while still trying to figure out how a $15 box of crickets ended up being $60 worth of supplies in the end. I cut a big hole in the top of the tub and put a giant piece of screen over it, and then proceeded to duct tape it so that the little buggers don't get out. I placed some carrots, potatos, and cricket gutload at the bottom of the tub.
Now it was time for the transfer, which of course I wanted to do outside...and of course, everyone and their mother was outside too. Carefully I open the box, and no doubt, as soon as I get it open, about 10 of them just jumped right out at me. I swore, and dumped the box into the bin as quickly as I could, all while losing crickets EVERYWHERE. They then started going up my pants leg. I then proceeded to run in tight little circles, screaming like a little bat. My neighbors, who were beginning to gather, thought it was the funniest thing since Bob Saget. I placed the top back on the tub, and the tub went back into the garage. Emerging from the garage, a few neighbors actually gave me a round of applause for my "performance."
I'll stick to 50 or 100 at a time from now on.