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Cricket Head on a Stick Story

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This post is part of the Cruel Kids, The Animals I Know and How to Neuter a Cow series.

Cricket

Weather-wise, my childhood in Việt Nam seemed to have only two types of days: scorching hot or torrential rain. People don’t call it the “Jungle of ’Nam” for nothing.

Once in a while, the sky stayed a cloudy silver as if it was about to rain, but never did. Those were the perfect days to go cricket hunting in the fields.

Fun fact: crickets are probably the “horniest” critters I have ever known. Not that I know many horny critters, but I am pretty sure they make only two sounds. First, the males chirp to call for females. Second, there is the quiet rhythmic sound they make during mid-coital moments. This made them easier to find.

Crickets lived in small caves or under dried grasses and shrubs. Catching the latter was simple: lift their hiding spot and grab quickly. The cave-dwellers were trickier. You could not simply dig with a hoe, since you might cut the cricket in half. Instead, you brought a bucket of water and flooded the cave until even the stubborn ones got flushed out.

Crickets were fun as pets. They could “sing” and they could “fight.” All my friends had crickets, and the best part was pitting them against each other. Cricket fights were simple: drop two into a bucket and watch them gnaw and kick until one ran away, leaving the victor to chirp in celebration.

Fighter in the Ring

Two things we did as kids with crickets were very cruel, though we did not think much of it at the time:

These days, people are frying up crickets as an alternative protein source. I have not tried one yet, but given the chance, I suppose I would try anything once.

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