Playing (footsy with a) Cricket

It's back. That little toe-tickle on my summer bare-as-you-dare working feet, hidden in the dark under the desk. A barely-noticeable warning song earlier in the day. The cricket's decided my toes look like a good place for a new home.

Now, I'm not one to jump with joy over things that possess more than 4 legs. You'll probably find me jumping up on the desk instead. This should freak me out, this feeling of little feet and feelers testing out my toes. If I stop and think about it, it does!

Seems he's found a better place to be now, behind the shelves. But still every time I feel a little tickle on the toes, I check to make sure it's not really him.