To each his own. To me my own.


Houston, we have a problem.


Lions and Tigers and Jumping Spiders, OH MY

We have spickets in the house. What’s a spicket, you ask? A spicket is a horribly gianormous mutation that obviously occurred during the time a spider was holding a cricket captive and decided the cricket looked, uh, nice that day. It resembles a wolf spider, has two extra long antennae, a lengthy tail, and possesses the ability to jump higher than a cricket. Like straight up. At face-level. Seriously. I have also learned they do so purposely as an intimidation tactic.

This bug is actually trying to scare me. It THINKS. It’s the kind of stuff my nightmares are made of.

Early this morning, Keith finally got to hear what his girlfriend sounds like when she screams. Loudly. It wasn’t pretty.

From what I’ve read, nobody likes them (everybody hates them, I think I’ll eat a worm… fat ones, skinny ones, even little bitty ones – see how they wiggle and squirm…)

They’re fast. Like Edward Cullen fast. I assume this is because (yes, I know what assuming does) they realize just how bad they look. I’d be willing to bet these babies would turn to stone just by seeing their reflection in a mirror.


I made a new Kill this morning, the second one within 24 hours. This morning’s Kill was about the size of a silver dollar. A bug should not be the size of a silver dollar. It’s just not natural. If you are able to catch up to one, it’s a gross Kill since they’re quite meaty – their upper thighs resemble those of a bodybuilder.

Afterwards I went into the bedroom where Keith was sitting straight up in bed. At this point I wouldn’t have been more surprised if his head had spun around in Linda Blair fashion. “We’ve got jumping spiders” I said. “We can’t do this. We just can’t.” (Note the “We”, as in Us, as in No Us if They stay.) Of course I didn’t come right out and say that it was either me or the spickets – I think I made a point without saying anything like that. “I’ll stop on the way home and get some stuff” he said. I locked eyes with him and held the glare for what seemed like 60 seconds but was probably only about 10. I really do think he understood me, he’s just good like that.

He also kept any witty comments he might’ve had about my sheet-white face locked up tight in his little bag of tricks. To be pulled out at a more opportune time, I’m sure. Like maybe at the next family reunion.

Enter Google. Old faithful, trusty, reliable Google. I heart Google.

Results = Camel Cricket or Cave Cricket, they’re one in the same. Oh good! So now I can replace the slang name ‘jumping spiders’ I’ve given them all my life with better terminology. Cave cricket – let’s see, what else lives in a cave? Bats. Spiders. Snakes. Bears. Monsters. The Unknown. Any insect that lives in a cave, well who the heck knows what they do in the dark? I also read they are people-intimidators. YA THINK?


17 responses

  1. Ewwwww!

    July 28, 2011 at 8:57 am

    • Bonnie

      My Thoughts Exactly. 🙂

      July 28, 2011 at 10:06 am

  2. Mom~

    Ha Ha Ha! And I’m pretty sure those are what invaded our kitchen that summer. The picture looks just like them. They had nested in the dark drawers of the kitchen hutch and were multiplying like rabbits! But they liked to come out at night! lol

    July 28, 2011 at 8:57 am

    • Bonnie

      They like to come out at night because they’re dark, damp, meaty-legged horrible little nightmarish insects. Glad you got rid of ’em. Wanna come get rid of mine? 🙂

      July 28, 2011 at 10:21 am

  3. You have earned your first kill and are hereby awarded the Air Combat Medal by my old friend and American icon, Captain Eddie Rickenbacker. 10 kills = Croix de guerre, 25 kills = Pour le merite and 50 kills gets ya the Distinguished Flying Cross. The American people owe you an immeasurable debt of gratitude in your effort to “preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United State of America. ” THE REVENGE OF BUTTERFLY LADY

    July 28, 2011 at 9:03 am

    • Bonnie

      Oh Carl – thank you so much! Know that from here out I will be feverishly working toward that ever-Distinguished Flying Cross. It’s a must-have for me now. 🙂

      July 28, 2011 at 10:25 am

  4. helen

    Nice little buggers aren’t they? I am DEATHLY afraid of spiders, but believe it or not, Cave Crickets do not scare me!! I’m not saying I LIKE them and I much prefure not seeing them, but I don’t run screaming when I see one. They are weird looking and I think that’s what scares people the most.
    I grew up in a house that had a full basement and thats where the washer was. In that basement were cave crickets. I HATED going in that basement, but not from any bug. The graveyard was my backyard and when I went to the basement I ALWAYS felt like someone was watching me. I would much rather have a run in with the dreaded cave cricket over the feeling that someone I CAN’t see is watching me! Yeah, the cave cricket wins hands down.
    This is a true story and Eddie can back me up. One night our neighbors came over to watch a movie. When it came time for them to go, we all went out on the porch. As we stood there I noticed this HUGE spider in the corner. I mean HUGE, since it was the size of a man’s hand! The legs were the size of the fingers on that man’s hands. The next thing I knew, I was on top of the car!! Eddie and Jeff took the rug and hit the monster with it. At that point THOUSANDS of baby spiders began running everywhere!! Some getting into the house! Eddie tells me to go get the bug spray, WTF! I’m NOT getting down from this car for ANY reason!
    My point is, {at last, you think} I would rather have a cave cricket jump on me than ever seeing another spider that size! Good luck with you “little friends” and remember, they can’t hurt or even bite you. Love ya! 🙂

    July 28, 2011 at 10:45 am

    • Bonnie

      I don’t like spiders either, that’s why I don’t like these things – they just look too much like one. I had a similar experience to you with the spider, but it WAS in my house (kitchen) when I hit it with the broom and babies flew everywhere. Talk about the stuff nightmares are made of. That almost, but not quite, equals the time I stepped on a baby copperhead inside my house while barefooted. The little sneak had come in through the garage into the laundry room entrance. I think my heart actually stopped and started again during that little escapade, and I still think I needed therapy after that. So yeah, there’s worse stuff I know. I wouldn’t have near as big a problem with it if they didn’t jump straight up right at your face every time. I learned they do this as a self-defense technique – one that works quite well on old Bon. Keith came home today with an arsenal of “good stuff”. I can visualize us reaching under the house saying in True Grit fashion, “Fill your hands, you son-of-a-b**ch!!”

      Love ya Helen 🙂

      July 28, 2011 at 6:59 pm

      • helen

        If that HUGE spider had been IN MY HOUSE, I would have dropped dead! No kidding! I hate spiders so much, that before I turn the light out to go to bed, I look all over the room to see if any are lurking around anywhere. If I see one in my house and it gets away…I can forget getting ANY sleep before the sun comes up. One time years ago, I saw a spider in the corner of the living room. I asked Eddie to kill it. Well he thought it was just dirt and THREW IT ON ME!!!!! Like you, I swear my heart stopped! I can tell you one thing…he didn’t get any nookie for awhile. I was sooooo mad at him!
        When Jason was around 5-6 he walked in the house holding a baby snake. A COPPERHEAD baby snake! His friend had one too! I made them show me where they found them and there was a hole in the grown. I poured gas in it and baby snakes started coming out. I knew momma snake was in there too, so I lit it on fire and ran!!
        I’m glad Keith was smart enough to understand “WE can’t do this”! haha.
        Love you.
        P.S. In two different houses I have lived in, I had encounters with a snake in my bathroom. I’ll have to tell you about them some time. 🙂

        July 29, 2011 at 12:51 pm

  5. Mom~

    I was looking at that picture of it again and it appears to have a tail .. gross! lol

    July 28, 2011 at 10:37 pm

    • Bonnie

      YES! Yes, it does! Unnatural, I tell you…

      Did you check out those THIGHS?!

      July 28, 2011 at 10:40 pm

  6. Mom~

    Ugh, yes I did. Kind of reminds me of frog legs. Probably why they can jump so high. And now I hope I don’t dream about them tonight!

    July 28, 2011 at 11:09 pm

    • Bonnie


      July 29, 2011 at 10:10 am

  7. Horrid! I would not be able to sleep with them creeping around.

    July 30, 2011 at 12:37 pm

    • Bonnie

      Yes, they are horrid. Hopefully we are rid of them by now, they were coming from the crawlspace underneath the house.

      July 31, 2011 at 12:55 pm

  8. I just googled “terrifying cricket spider thing” after my aptly named cat Peaves spooked one in my basement at me and Google brought me to you. This is probably the best google answer ever. You informed me about what I was being attacked by, entertained me, and commiserated with my fear. 5 golden stars for you!!

    November 3, 2016 at 2:13 pm

    • Thank you so much for the kind words. I haven’t seen any of these high-jumpers for a couple years, and am hoping it stays that way!! 🙂

      November 4, 2016 at 9:42 am

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