Koon looked for the crickets in the ground by raking his stick and got only three of them while his mom got four. Therefore, they walked over to the edge of the forest near the rice field. At night, the crickets would come out of their holes to sip the fresh dewdrop from the grass tips and start a chirping competition. There was a cricket hole near the field under a small tree with a heap of dirt nearby. “Here we go. This is the cricket hole,” mom told Koon. She used a shovel to scoop up the soil a few times and got a big cricket called ‘Jinaimo’. If they got chubby 15 Jinaimoes, it was enough to saute and grind them. The Jinaimo in mom’s hand tried to escape but mom was quicker. She put it in the bamboo trusted container. Koon got three of them whereas his mom got seven. It’s time to go back home as they had to arrive home before the traditional healer came to cure his grandma.
I have learnt about the life-style of the Northeastern in the past. The story of Koon and his mom looking for the crickets at KokeKheeLek is interesting. They searched for the small creatures in hays after finishing the harvesting season. Then, when the rice field lost its moisture, the crickets moved to the forest. Finally, they moved again underground. After mating season, they dug another hole for themselves.
There is something in common between the Northeastern’s and my hometown (Krabi) lifestyles. My grandma used to raise the crickets in a huge earth jar, and my grandpa took me to dig for them near his house. My dad also dug for them at night. Thus, I was inspired by this story and created this picture.