so it was feeding time at the zoo over here...

i ordered up two dozen crickets to go from the local take-out place...they seemed to think it would be nice to throw in some extras. there are actually enough that i fear them getting out and trapping us lilliputian style while we sleep (see? swift again!)

so i apply the precise amount of vitamin enriched "shake and bake" to the little buggers and start shaking them into the tank.

all the while singing appropriate "shaking" songs:
"shake shake shake....
shake shake shake....
shake your cric-kets
shake your cric-kets...yeah"
(and you are old too if you know that tune!)

"shake me out to the lizard tank
shake me out of the bag...."
(i really need to get out more!)

and then one brave one, it's little creepy limbs covered in white calcium dust, makes a break for it. repelling off the mesh grid, bouncing of the torn plastic transport bag, disreagarding the dangerous plummet from the top of the tank to the heaps of 9-year-old-boys-room, behind-the- headboard debris, he jumps for it.

he will lead the revolution this evening. they will all work together to lift the lid of the tank and free everyone inside. or he will just hide in a vent somewhere and chirp me insane. it could happen. i am twitching already.