There is a cricket that I am SURE is under the bed and it just won't SHUT UP already!
But I am too nervous to get under the bed to fish it out because we've had 2, count em, TWO hobo spiders in the cabin this week.
And I am sorry if you think I am a wuss, but I am not interested in getting flesh eating disease right now.
Yeah, that's right, hobo spider bites can give you The Zombies.
Or kill you.
Both options I am not in the least bit interested in dealing with at the moment.
So that cricket is going to sing away all it wants because it knows that it has won.