cricada story

oh me the murderer.
the friday befor last we went camping, and there i found a cricket (cricada) and i brought it home to have his chirp melody during the day. so i imprisoned him in a match box and i brough it home and left it somewhere to take care of later. soon it was lost in the home and we could just hear him chirring from the utility room. finding a cricada in utility room?!?!?! oh god. of course i didnt know his chirt would sicken everyone. i thought they'll like it either. but well, just as soon as i knew it's a bugger to everyone it became a bugger to myself too! and then the exlorations started to find the poor cricada. and imagine the cricada seeing my mommy with insecticide spray in her hand.he would faint!!!
so i tried hard to find him myself and instead i hear mommy reporting daddy the other day that she's spread the spray all over the untility room andnow the chirts have stopped.
OH GOD> it means he was killed??!?!?!
so i spared some tears believing he was really dead and i was the killer. but just again the other day we heard him chiriing very weakly. i happened to be so happy and also so sad for this. and getting rid of consiouse pains i lived a week so happy not even rememberring him or caring if he chirrs healthy.
just today i remembered he hasent chirred for a long time. and as matter of fact again just today i heard mommy telling daddy happily about finding the cricada's dead body in a POT!!!!!!!!! :(((((
oh my God!!!! i am a murderer.... i'm a deviiiiiiiiiiiil. i caused his death. all i wanted was just good.
me that i couldnt even hurt an ant has killed a cricada!
apologize me God. apologize meee! :((