September 7th, 2006
|05:36 pm - Crickets. Wouldn't you know it?|
Most recently, my world seems invaded by a strange (yet amusingly famililar) critter: crickets.
I know a couple of people on my friends list are going to point and laugh (I'm looking at you, erienc), but yeah, they're talking. Quite a bit.
Tina found one in the house, so large that she seriously thought it was some alien bug from Mars or something. She showed it to me, and was perhaps slightly disappointed at my asessment: "It's a cricket," I told her. "Just a cricket."
Of course, "just a cricket" doesn't quite do the things justice. They've been hanging out since the Friday night of Summerland when the albino cricket showed up, and they were there we took erienc to the hospital on Sunday morning (crawling in a light fixture).
Aside from the one Tina found, they were around when I left the office last night, jumping around just outside the door to the building, urging me to go play with them. I caught another one in the basement while talking to my mother on her birthday. When I was mowing my lawn, they came out in droves, crawling up my legs and bouncing away from the mower.
Again, it's all about figuring out what they're saying.
The translation I have so far leaves a lot to be desired, but I think I have the general gist of what they're telling me.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: "Growing Older but Not Up", -JB
All work and no play . . . ? Are cricket's like grasshoppers - in the grasshopper and the ant fable? Maybe they are calling you out to play. I've always been particularly fond of crickets. (Probably because they make a cool noise - and I'm a sucker for cool noises.)
Crickets are fun. Except for the one inside my tent one night at Pennsic, who would *not* stop chirping. If I could have found him, I would have killed him.
Which might have been unfortunate as I understand having crickets in your house is supposed to be good luck.
|Date:||September 8th, 2006 01:58 am (UTC)|| |
hmmm is your conscience bothering you?
|Date:||September 8th, 2006 02:18 am (UTC)|| |
They're probably saying something to the effect of: "chirp" or the like. :)
I don't like the crickets down here in Columbus. In Toledo we just had good old fashioned grasshoppers, long and green. These shorter darker ones I don't care for too much...
funny enough, I've seen a lot too, as well as grasshoppers! and one actually went up my skirt (well, erien's) at summerland, too!
maybe they're saying she misses us?
i have seen two types of cricket. one is the standard, i suppose...greenish brown, and about an inch long and hoppy hoppy all over the place or sometimes crawling fast.
the second was in our backyard in mississippi. they cannot fly, and they jump WAY the fuck up in the air....and they are BLACK with red and HUGE at about 3-4 inches long and i have to say, scary as fuck.
Um... well, I hate to be a party pooper, but sometimes a cricket's just a cricket. This is their season, y'know.
Maybe they're just trying to draw a mate so there are crickets next September. There may be an increase in activity because of the cooler weather we've been having, too. You're familiar with Dolbear's Law
about crickets' rate of chirping and the temperature, I take it?
I've always noticed crickets becoming very active every year right when we seem to finish with the hottest part of summer. I've always figured that's because they're really waking up for the season now and seeking means for procreation. Now, why they think my garage is a good place to find love, I don't know. The one tucked under the "media niche" butting out from the side of my house seems quite happy though. And judging by his rate of chirping, compared to the ones out front, I think it must be a bit warmer there. I hope he finds love and fulfillment.
I found a cricket-like being, alive, in a jewelry box when I unpacked from Summerland.