I went away for Yom Kippur, and prayed that it would be written in the Sefer Hamaves

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here was a cricket in the bathroom. I heard the telltale chirp, chirp as I hung the laundry on the shower rod.

Chirp, chirp.

My heart pounded.

I hate bugs or any sort of critters.

When I first moved to the rural area I live in I cried, literally cried, when I found a water bug. Since then I’ve had to deal with multiple ticks, trapped bees, crickets in my garage, and giant water bugs. But something about the thought of a cricket trapped in my house sent me into a tizzy.

I took a deep breath and braved the bathroom. I emptied out the vanity and looked inside.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

I couldn’t find it. I brought up my phone and videoed the entire top of the underside of the sink while holding a flashlight in my other hand in an attempt to ferret out the cricket.

I couldn’t find it.