Crickets covered in yogurt reminded me of something that happened while I was a teenager living with my parents.
B/G - The primary entrance to the house shifted from being the actual front door to the kitchen door. It was pretty normal to walk into the house through the kitchen.
I came home from school and opened the kitchen door and the first thing I hear from my mom is "Stop. Go use the front door." I went around to that door and walked through the living room, and one of the cats was sitting near the kitchen looking irritated and with half the fur missing off her tail. I looked at the kitchen and some of the cabinets have white paint on them. Some of them even look like they were intentionally being painted white
Mom is not normally this messy with painting projects. Mom, like the cat, looks irritated. Unlike the cat, she is wearing wet clothes, which are partly covered in paint, and her arms look like someone went after them with a cheese grater.
"What happened to the cat and the kitchen?" I probably shouldn't have asked that question. My mother's explanation of how the cat had dipped her tail in the paint can
and then used it as a paintbrush for my mother and the kitchen floor involved a lot of expletives.