And it won’t shut the fuck up! It’s pissing me off…ChirpChirpChirp…consistently, over and over, grating on my ears and causing all logical mental activity nearby to come to a screeching halt. There is no possible way to concentrate with that incessant noise.
There’s already been too much discussion of “football” in the Pit lately! You’re not starting on CRICKET, are you? Monster104, me boyo, I thought you were one of US!
Although I’ve always found it a very quiet game, so I think you’re too sensitive.
Crickets are cool…as long as you’re not trying to sleep. On a trip to California, my girlfriend and I stopped off in Texas to go to Six Flags. The map I was using indicated “a” Six Flags in Houston. When we arrived in Houston, I find out that the “real” Six Flags is five hours away in Dallas/Ft. Worth!! When we finally pull into Dallas it was nearly midnight, and I was exhausted. We find a hotel and crash. Fifteen minutes into our peaceful sleep we hear this obnoxious chirping…so loud, it could only mean that the cricket was in our room. We tried to pull pillows and blankets over our heads. But it got too hot and you could still hear that damn thing. In fact I think the chirping was getting louder! I was pissed. I got up and tried to find the fucker. Of all the places it could be hiding, it chose to get into the AC unit. I turned it on to try to put him into suspended animation, but it kept chirping. I started throwing pillows at the AC unit. That worked…for about 30 seconds! I then dug into the rest of my arsenal, ashtrays, shoes, bible, phone book. The phone book made such a wallop, I’m surprised no one came up to our room to see what the hell all the comotion was. All of these had the same result as the pillow. Now normal people would go to the front counter and request another room. But not me. I was beyond tired…I was at war. So I got a wire clothes hanger and started to jab it into every orifice on the AC unit. SUCCESS!! I saw the cricket jump toward the wall and try to hop away. But I got him. Threw the phone book on him just when he thought he was safe. Next time I’ll use neuroman’s advice and flame any crickets (with Lysol and a lighter).
But… crickets are our friends. I’ve always kind of found their chirping soothing. As long as I can hear them I know the Swamp Monster, or the Giant Cicada Beast, or The Horrible Thing from An Undisclosed Planet is not on the prowl in my neighborhood. Silence implies impending doom.
I think you’re evil, killing our friends the crickets.
You can buy an electronic cricket and stick it in someones bedroom. It starts chirping about five minutes after the lights go out and stops chirping as soon as the lights go on or there is other sound. For even more fun, put one in the bedroom and another in the sofa in case they go in there to get away from the cricket.