Don't know what time it was. But my husband woke me up as he bolted out of bed. Why'd he get up in the middle of the night. The middle of the night where it's pitch black and not a soul is awake. In the middle of the night where it's too late or too early to even check the time.
The reason? He heard a cricket. And the cricket was keeping him up.
What did he do to resolve this? He sprayed some bug spray. The sound stopped. He got back into bed.
He heard the cricket again. Chirping happily. He got up. He sprayed. The sound stopped. He got back into bed.
He heard the [damn] cricket again. He got up. He sprayed. The sound stopped. He got back into bed.
Get.the.picture?
He did this about 7 or 8 times. You read that correctly. SEVEN or EIGHT times! Each time he got up, he woke me up. ARGH!
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I just called him to find out the details. The details regarding his stand-off against the cricket. Did he finally kill the thing?
Yes! Halleluia! How? Since he sprayed so many times. He went outside and sprayed outside our kitchen window. The darn cricket was hanging out OUTSIDE the window the entire time. Sheee-it!
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