Today I called Nisa. We were talking when suddenly there it was, the cricket that kept her awake last night, in plain site. She hit it a couple of times. She got it, finally. No more chirping at night. No more dustpan in Nisa's hand as she walks around her house in the middle of the night looking for this creature. It is dead, or is it. Nisa suddenly says, one leg is moving and she took care of that. Congratulations Nisa, and our condolences to the cricket's uncle, Jiminy Cricket, from Darlene and Dan.
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