Hello, folks. Today I thought I’d tell you a little story about something that happened last night.
First off, I live in the basement of my mom’s house. Yep, I sure do. Well, the room I live in used to be a garage waaaaaaaaaaay back in the day, so I don’t quite have as much protection from the outside as the rest of the house. And I have a door in my room that leads outside. I’m telling you this so you know why nature finds its way in my room a lot. Remember the mole incident? If not, you can read about it here and here. And enjoy the video:
So, last night, as I was working — my work office is in my bedroom — I hear it. It started off as just a quick noise, enough to make me question whether I heard it at all. Then, a few minutes later, there was no mistaking it: It was a cricket.
Now, I have lived in this room before when I was a kid, and there is definitely a history of cricket chirps echoing on these walls. Usually, the cricket is found in the crack outside the door, and I can either take a piece of paper or something and knock the cricket away or use bug spray to solve the problem.
Well, I tried both. After the sweep produced nothing, I sprayed the door crack. Problem solved! Or so I thought. Then, about five minutes later, the noise returned. I had to put up with it for a while because I was working, and I couldn’t take the time to vanquish this foe. So, finally, after about an hour of slowly falling into insanity, I was off work and could focus on this loud piece of frustration.
So, I sprayed more outside, further away from the door and in multiple cracks and crevices. That had to solve it! Again, no. See, the thing about crickets is that as soon as you start to get close, they shut up. So, you know the general direction of their location, but as soon as you try to pinpoint it, silence.
So, I began my search inside — scanning the carpeting and moving around furniture. Finally, I did something smart: I turned off the light and waited for the cricket to start up again. This time, I was able to sneak up on it to the point where I finally figured out where that tiny little chirp machine was hiding. Guess where? Have a look:
So, the jerk was hiding in a bag hanging on the door. And you would think I would have murdered it for all the trouble it caused, but I did not. I figured that if I tried, it would escape and continue to haunt my eardrums. So, I took the whole bag outside and knocked that cricket out. It hopped away and was hopefully eaten by something a moment later.
So, that’s my adventure with a cricket. Hope you got a laugh or two out of it. Until next time!
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