My Cricket Luck Experiment

Okay, so I kept hearing folks say crickets mean good luck, right? Honestly, I kinda shrugged it off at first. Bugs bringing fortune? Sounded like old wives’ tales to me. But hey, I figured why not test it myself? Could be interesting. Plus, found a chirper in my garage last Tuesday night while grabbing a broom – took it as a sign.

Step one was catching the little guy. Easier said than done! I grabbed a glass jar and spent like twenty minutes chasing that cricket around dusty boxes. Slippery critter! Finally got him cornered behind the old lawnmower. Popped him in the jar, poked some air holes in the lid with a screwdriver, and dropped in a tiny piece of lettuce. Didn’t want him starving on my watch.

Next up: watching and waiting. I set the jar on my kitchen counter. Every morning while making coffee, I’d check on him. Still chirping? Yep. Lookin’ okay? Seemed fine. Honestly, at this point, nothing wild happened. Bills still showed up, spilled coffee on my shirt – usual stuff. Felt kinda disappointed.

Then came Thursday afternoon. Walking back from the mailbox, totally forgot my aunt usually sends a birthday check this time of year. Wasn’t expecting anything exciting, just junk mail. But there it was! A nice surprise check tucked inside a card. Sweet! Later that same evening, my neighbor knocks on the door. He’s holding this perfectly fine, kinda pricy garden hose nozzle I lost months ago! Found it hidden under some bushes when he was trimming. Completely forgot it existed! Okay, weird coincidence? Maybe…

Got me thinking hard about my cricket buddy. Was it just random stuff, or could it be the luck kicking in? Coincidences piled up:

• Found a forgotten twenty-dollar bill crumpled in my winter coat pocket (put it away last spring!).
• That recipe I totally botched last week? Tried it again Friday, nailed it perfectly this time.
• Work problem I’d been stressing over just… solved itself easily on Monday morning.

So here’s my final take after a week: I let the cricket go near the garden shed yesterday, feeling grateful. Did the cricket cause the good stuff? Who knows, man. Seriously. But noticing him definitely made me pay attention to all the small good things happening. Maybe that’s the real “fortune sign” – shifting your focus. Instead of just stressing, I started noticing the little wins, the small bits of help, the unexpected finds. That feels like a kind of luck, doesn’t it? Maybe the cricket is just a little nudge to open your eyes. Worth keeping one around? Maybe! Just keep a jar handy.