Fuck walking, apparently

I fell down in the small stairwell today because I got super dizzy and lost complete control of my body. Fun stuff. Thankfully I collapsed backwards and was able to put out my hands in time. Kind of ended up in a sitting/reclining position. The last fucking thing I need right now is a head injury.

Well, it's time to unload the new crickets. I hate them so much. The frogs go crazy about them though, way more than they do with dubia roaches, mealworms, and black soldier fly larva. OH and I forgot, Stumpie now eats dubia and crickets!! After 7 years of only eating mealworms because she would reject anything else, she suddenly has decided to eat just about anything that moves. I'm really happy because she's begun to lay eggs and needs extra nutrition.

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Someone moved my scrubbie brush from the garage sink. I had to rinse the food dish and pour out all the cricket debris from the bin without doing actual cleaning. That brush is specifically for my reptile stuff, I don't know who would have moved it.

Anyway, the crickets are situated in their bin with some water and broccoli bits. They're insanely energetic, definitely had a few leap to freedom. Oh well. Part of owning reptiles, I guess. 

Time to get off the internet, I've been doomscrolling again.