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 or chamber where they can project their monochromatic soliloquy into space. I love crickets, they are plenty cute and their songs are part of spring. But they are loud and tireless and if two get in at the same time, they do a saturating rendition of infinity. Also in cricket world, size does not matter. I kept looking for one in the mechanism of one of our sliding doors, and I couldn't find it. Just some kind of tiny spider. That was the cricket! A grain of rice is bigger. But the sound out of that thing! He should get as many girlfriends as he is seeking, because that sound out of something that small is a work of art. But I threw him outside into the night anyway.