Chirp, Chirp, Chirp....

Last night I kindly, but firmly escorted 3 crickets out of our house.  I've always thought of crickets as happy chirping insects, and I suppose they are, but the happiness fades fast when they're serenading me at 3:00AM.  And 4:00AM.  And 5:00AM.  I've definitely been inspired to act quickly when I see them in the house, or I reap the consequences of my slothfulness.  Amara even made me a paper that says, "Bug Catcher" to pair with my trusty tupperware container.

Do you think this could be part of the problem?? Yep, that's our screen. We've had someone out to look at it, and he says the only way the screens can fit better is if we get new windows.  Since its not actually our place, new windows are not in the cards.  So for now, we just kind of push them up close to the house, and hope for the best.  (And don't worry Alan, I acknowledge the gap under the door as a potential entry point, as well.)

At least they're not cicadas.  Those things sing LOUD.  ALL DAY.  I was amazed in Tennessee.

And did I mention that I haven't had a single mosquito bite?  That is some kind of miracle.