Crickantabeeopper

We must have been sitting in the living room just passing the time in each other's presence. We must have been talking to one another, perhaps chuckling at pointless things. During a tired pause in the conversation I happen to look down at the wooden floor. There it was, such a disgusting thing... It appeared out of nowhere and it wasn't moving. With intense exclamations I immediately roused everyone from their sleepy conversation! Actually, it took me a couple of seconds to realize that I was looking at something so weird. What curiosity and excitement over such a small thing, but that's how life is isn't it? We try to divert ourselves to no avail and then the smallest thing happens that makes the entire day delightful. Eventually we decided to trap it inside of a plastic jar. Nobody had any idea what it was, and even more curious was the randomness of its presence. We find spiders, roaches, crickets, and all sorts of insects in the house all the time. But this thing looked like it was the victim of some kind of radioactivity, so why would it be in the living room of a house in Cerritos of all places? It was vaguely reminiscent of a cricket, but it had a huge ant head, a rear-end that was striped like a honeybee's, and long grasshopperish legs...Nobody was there to convince us otherwise, but we concluded that if it was not a freak of nature it was definitely some undiscovered species of insect. There is after all, a graveyard right over the fence outside. A strange bug that feeds on the decaying remains of human bodies loses its way, only to stumble into the living room of living human beings. How it must have wished we were dead...but we couldn't be more alive that evening thanks to its presence. The fangled bug deserved a name. Crickantabeeopper, for obvious reasons.

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