I Murdered a Cricket

I murdered a cricket. It wasn’t premeditated. It began about a month ago. But perhaps, I should back up a couple of years and talk about the loud-barking, paw-stomping labradoodle upstairs that started out as a puppy. Now, it’s as big as a horse and when it’s not galloping back and forth across the hardwoodContinue reading “I Murdered a Cricket”