So, we’ve been hearing crickets in our basement for a couple of weeks, and it’s no big deal. Old house, unfinished basement – it’s to be expected. This morning, however, we were downstairs getting the recycling gathered together and it was incredibly noisy. “We either have a bunch of crickets down here or we’re really boring,” I said. Lloyd lept into action and started the Great Cricket Hunt of 2008. The total is too embarrassing to post, and we haven’t caught them all yet.
Cricket (the cat) has actually been trying her best to keep the population down. The past few days I’ve found dismembered crickets (the bug) under my computer stool. Awwww…. nothing says “I love you” like a dead, legless insect.