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I thought it was going to get better. That is, I thought they were coming from under my front door, which is now (mostly) bug-proof. However, last night I found the source of my plague of crickets (sort of like a plague of locusts from a low-budget heavenly plague... or perhaps a God who is not wrathful, but merely mildly annoyed).
I was sitting in the game room last night with the lights turned out, watching a movie, and suddenly I heard off to my right: *crrrrrrrrick! crrrrrrrick!* I glance over, but don't see anything in the dark; however, as I pay more attention to the sound, I hear a little chorus of crickets in the background, in addition to that one loud warbling soloist. With a pitiful, half-hearted hope that the crickets are outside rather than inside I hit the lights.
And there's the solo violinist, sitting in the corner by the baseboard moulding, suddenly gone silent. And as I watch, he sloooowly backs up beneath the moulding, where it meets the carpet in the corner.
Fuck. I've got crickets IN MY WALLS.
Strangest infestation ever.
I was sitting in the game room last night with the lights turned out, watching a movie, and suddenly I heard off to my right: *crrrrrrrrick! crrrrrrrick!* I glance over, but don't see anything in the dark; however, as I pay more attention to the sound, I hear a little chorus of crickets in the background, in addition to that one loud warbling soloist. With a pitiful, half-hearted hope that the crickets are outside rather than inside I hit the lights.
And there's the solo violinist, sitting in the corner by the baseboard moulding, suddenly gone silent. And as I watch, he sloooowly backs up beneath the moulding, where it meets the carpet in the corner.
Fuck. I've got crickets IN MY WALLS.
Strangest infestation ever.
