Mother Fluker PDF Print E-mail
Written by OHmommy   
Thursday, 26 March 2009 19:00

Both my husband and I were on our hands and knees after an exhausting day screaming "Where are those calcium fortified fed crickets?" What? Where? How? And when did I become this? This. The mother on her knees searching for run-away crickets a mere twelve hours after forking over eight dollars for thirty crickets and two jars of food and vitamins to keep them alive longer.

Flukers. Oh how I wish I never knew that fortified calcium supplements for crickets ever existed. But it is true. I now know that crickets need vitamins by the name of Flukers to stay alive. When my son purchased "Froggy" with his hard earned money, he and the husband (note that I was not in the picture) learned that Froggy ate crickets to stay alive. But our crickets kept dying.

 

Long story short... (after visiting the pet shop twice every week for ten crickets in a vacuumed sealed bag, with three kids in tow squealing and dreaming over each and every animal for sale, the begging and pleading for a pet chinchilla named "Chilly" would have to come to an end. I decided to shop alone. Brilliant, I know!) All alone at PetCo I asked the sales associate, "How can I prolong the life of a cricket?" Words I never thought I would utter as a mother. "By golly. You need Flukers!"

 

I came home with two jars of Flukers and thirty crickets and for the second time that day I felt brilliant. I stored the crickets in a tightly sealed container and watched them feed off of their organic Flukers. Froggy was pressed against his glass tank salivating. Waiting. All. Day. Looooooooooooong. Waiting for his crickets, that were feeding on their Flukers, contained in a tightly sealed container. "Where are those crickets?" My husband, not the least bit amused, yelled as I was drawing the kids a bath that later that evening. "In the tightly sealed container!" I yelled back. He entered the bathroom holding up the bottom of the container. Reminiscent yellow goop was glued to the surface and chunks of orange were spewed about. "Where. Are. They?" That is how my husband and I found ourselves on our hands and knees after an exhausting day screaming "Where are those crickets?" and "who let the crickets out?" Finally in despair I turned to the Feenster and asked her, "Did you open the bugs?" "Yesh." She fell to the floor in a fit of giggles. We found most of the crickets tonight. The frog was eventually fed his crickets.

 

And. Tonight I am totally researching recipes for some frog legs.

 

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