Last night, I enlisted the help of my dad to get this cricket out of my room so that I could have uninterrupted sleep. I got a flashlight and my dad got a stick to try and chase it out. All he seemed to do was stir up a bunch of dust and I saw no sign of the cricket. My dad left the stick with me so that if I woke up to chirping, I could use the stick to scare the cricket. I told my dad that if I woke up to chirping, that I would go and wake him up and use the stick to hit him. I was just joking of course. Luckily, I did not wake up to chirping. I have no idea where the cricket went. Maybe it jumped down the stairs and found a way outside. It's more likely that the cricket just died. I don't know what they eat, but there probably wasn't any in my room.
One last thing. Today is my brother, Briton's birthday. I just wanted to wish him a happy birthday. We celebrated his birthday last Sunday because more people were here. Now Emily and Kate are gone and we won't see either until Christmas :( But here's a picture from last week. Danny, another we won't see until Christmas, is the only one who is missing.
Front row: Melissa, Caroline, Cole and Birton.