I suppose we are now harvesting crickets in our bedroom. You know, the room the baby and I sleep in. That would freak me out more if we didn't already have a tarantula living in here. Thats kind of why we are harvesting the crickets. A while back, I think in July, we had 2 tarantulas. One of them got out. And Vance found it crawling on him in our bed. I was sleeping next to him.
No, not scary at all.
This evening I had to watch three baby rats be fed to Mr. Snowshoes, our snapping turtle. The pet store was out of pinky mice, so Vance settled on a hearty meal of newborn rats. I was sad. Mice can be snippy and are not very engaging pets, but rats make awesome pets. I was sad to see them meet their ends. When Deven gets a little older we are definitely getting a rat.
My thoughts are being so randomly thrown together tonight. I think it's the wine and lack of sleep.
I ordered this adorable little black dress from Target for a Christmas party tomorrow night. It's for Vance's work. I'm so psyched to rock it with my heels and push-up bra. It's so rare that I ever get to do myself up and socialize. I'm almost tempted to throw my own holiday party just to get the opportunity to cook/bake and do myself up. DAMMIT, if only I had friends.
Right now Deven is sitting in his bouncy chair drooling and then making this absolutely adorable lip smacking sound. He smiles at me whenever I mimic him. He's the coolest baby ever. I think he deserves to be fed.