Back on track, I recall reading about cricket fighting as a youth. By “as a youth”, I mean about in third grade, so my information might be suspect. The gist of it though was that male crickets don’t especially like other male crickets a great deal. This, however, isn’t typically enough to make them fight when you toss them into a jar and rattle them around. So, you’d take a tiny piece of straw and wedge it into the joint where the head meets the thorax, and that would give you grumpy cricket. Two grumpy crickets would fight each other; biting with their powerful jaws (manibles, whatever) and kicking one another with their hind legs. Apparently, this was great entertainment to Chinese children who would keep prize crickets in cages made of bamboo. I don’t really say that sarcastically – given that I used to catch bees and wasps and throw them into spider webs to see if the spider would get its bite in before the insect stung or bit the spider, I can’t pass judgement on the youth of China.