My wife Nancy suggested crickets. She had seen live crickets for sale in a local pet store.
Why not? I bought a small box that supposedly contained 25 to 30 live crickets. Recalling my past experience with catching live crickets, I let Nancy open the box and—of course—crickets went in every direction. When we could catch them and toss them in the pond, the frogs were all over them.
Encouraged, I ordered a box of 500 small crickets on-line and they arrived a few days later.
“Don’t open that box in the house,” my wife warned.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control,” I responded.
Famous last words to be sure.
With careful planning, I put the small container of crickets in the refrigerator for about 20 minutes. This would make them dormant enough that I could then easily dump them into a container I thought to be perfect. It was a large, plastic blueberry container with holes on the top. Certainly, the crickets could not jump up through those holes. The crickets would be happy with plenty of air to breathe and I could use them for frog food as needed.
The first part of my plan went well. The crickets were cool and calm as I dumped them in the blueberry container. But what I hadn’t reckoned on was that not only were there holes in the top of the container, but all along the sides. I didn’t see those. I turned my back just once and when I looked around, crickets were going everywhere. I crammed the container in a large bowl and covered it, then went about the chore of trying to catch hundreds of runaway crickets. My best weapon was a broom and dustpan. I caught a good many that way, but many escaped and are now living in little cricket communes beneath our appliances and furniture.