The weekend saw a couple of hits and misses here in Chevy Chase. The weather finally turned from biblical to beautiful, and on Sunday we drove over to Great Falls Park to make the most of it. With a few thousand of our friends, we took advantage of a rare mid-November 70 degree day, collectively trying to keep our children from jumping into the river. Tilda didn't seem to understand that, in this one instance, she was not afforded the same luxuries as the dog. The more I kept her from the river's edge, the more she cried. Eventually she pulled a page out of her sister's book and lay in the dirt crying until we gave up and left. Now, the camera doesn't work without a memory card, so here is a photo that a friend of ours took right as Tilda reached the water.
This weekend also saw a setback in the sleep department. Annie has decided that she doesn't want to sleep without her best friend. I have tried everything from ignoring her cries, to rationalizing with her, to bribing her with presents. Last night I asked her, after an hour of crying, what she would rather have, a present for trying to sleep unassisted or her Bob. She took me for the fool I was, and two seconds later she was sleeping soundly, Bob firmly in mouth. What do I do now?
Finally, we seemed to have reached the critical mass of ensnared cave crickets in order ward off any newcomers to my basement. There are now eight traps down there. Four of them are completely full and the remaining four vary from half full to a lone cricket in the trap furthest from the washing machine. He was either an outcast or a fool. Though, considering his massive size, he may have just been the baddest, most adventurous. I'm not about to call this battle over - reinforcements can't be too far off - but I think I can keep the upper hand if there are always glue traps spread around the basement. They really seem to love huffing that gel.
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