Last night was a long night. A. Very. Long. Night.
What little sleep came to me is due to a noctunal visitor. Mr. Cricket is the harbinger of sleeplessness in my house. He was out there all night chirping his little heart away through a bullhorn directly through my window. Every year his arrival announces the begining of fall... and the war with crickets.
With winter swiftly approaching, I need to find some way of battling these noisy bastards.
This single evil visitor must have been a scout. It always begins with one. Soon they'll be taking over the entire house. Last year one of my roomies had Tasha the Husky, aka Secret Agent Doogie Schnauzer, the Cricket-Slayer. Well, at least the cricket eater. The new roomie has a large chocolate lab, but he just looks longingly at them and cries a little. Not a very good gaurd/attack dog. He isn't going to be much of a help.
More updates to come.
Here is the culprit. If you happen to see this particular cricket, eliminate with extreme prejudice.