I cannot bring myself to kill a cricket in the house.
You?
Bread and butter (mostly for laughs and having to explain it).
My wife throws salt over her shoulder if spilled.
My late paternal grandmother would not hang a mirror on a door.
When my favorite sports teams do something good, I freeze in my current position. I mean, obviously the Giants only scored a TD because of the way I was sitting. Eli and Odell had nothing to do with it.
^ Holy shit snacks, change your socks, willya?!
I despise crickets and will hunt and kill them mercilessly. Even step on a crack to get to them.
Wait, what’s the superstition about killing crickets in your house? I’ve never heard of that one.
I used to be superstitious until I found out it was bad luck.
Aich. Crickets. First time I had one singing in my room, I thought it was amusing, in a nineteenth century sort of way.
Then I discovered that the damn thing was eating my once valuable paper collectibles, and making them worthless.
I kill them on site or sound now.
Superstitions? I don’t really have any, but I do occasionally act as though I do, just in case. Sports ones, usually seem to take the form that if I’m watching, they are more likely to lose. So when the game gets tight, I turn it off.
At the beginning of baseball season I get two new caps, one regular logo, one with the alternate logo. If they lost the night before, switch hats. A good winning streak, I’m in the same hat for days.
I am not superstitious either, but going to the woods, at night, in the trunk of a car is probably bad luck.
Don’t have an issue killing crickets when I am able to find them, sleep is precious to me and they mess with it.
I’ve decided this qualifies as superstitious.
Most of us have probably worked at a place that issued company ID cards. You use them to get into a building or to access particular areas.
Tonight’s news reported a business that is implanting microchips in employees’ hands in place of an ID card. I have
No, huh-unh, no way. I don’t really believe in the Rapture, but microchipping people that way is too much like “The Mark of the Beast.”
~VOW