Update to my dining room cricket dilemma…I was in the bathroom last night, brushing my teeth, when I looked down and witnessed the offensively loud chirping cricket hop onto the rug right near my feet.
This was quite a distance for a cricket to travel, but without really thinking about that (and I should have), I reached down, scooped him up with a page hastily torn out of a book, and dropped him in the toilet.
As the water was swirling and he “swam” away, I instantly thought that I had missed a valuable opportunity to have a chat with another species.
Why in the world did s/he visit me like that? Was it random or was there a message I was meant to hear?
I should have paused and taken a moment to put myself in that little cricket’s shoes (so to speak) and I now wonder what that action attempted to communicate or convey.
Instead, I lost a potential new friend and even more importantly, I acted in haste and without concern for his/her welfare.
Anyway, I’m really, REALLY sorry. Je regrette mes actions.
On the other hand, that was apparently the source of the late night chirps…
Arthur Schopenhauer said it best: