A Cricket For Luck

We got home late from the library this evening and were greeted with chirping. Cricket-type chirping (as opposed to the bird variety). Which leads me to ask myself: Do crickets "chirp?"

At first I thought it was outside, but if it was, it was either really big, or really loud. I was leaning toward the loud. We live in the country and I do not relish the prospect of a close encounter with an oversized cricket.

Finally, after some fine-tuned listening we figured out it was in the front hallway. We might have left it there, but it was loud. It would probably have gotten louder as the night wore on. There's already one insomniac in the house and we don't need any additional tossing and turning. It might wake me up.

Boys being boys and, bugs not being a problem (unless they're flying around the bedroom), our Boy located the cricket in a sneaker. Poor thing was probably sending an SOS to Its Kind declaring it had been abducted by a large, white, stinky alien, and it was being kept in a dark, scary place.

Not being of a mind to disprove the abduction theory, the insomniac got the "Bug Vacuum" and sucked it up in true alien fashion. After a little brainwashing, we sent the cricket back to be with his own kind.

The house is quiet now. At least for the moment. Until the insomniac goes to bed, when the place will echo with the sound of his snoring.

A snoring insomniac... an oxymoron, or just bad luck?