Some years in Dallas, the cricket population explodes. I recall finding crickets hopping up the steps on the 15th floor looking for food and water. ...
Is this the place to confess irrational love for airplane engines? I’m walking the dog in Bend and a P-51 just flew over with that RR Merlin singing...
The why and wherefore escapes me, but I am waging a pitched battle against crickets that get into the house in search of a perfectly resonant corner...