We get crickets in our house. At least they look like crickets. They are smaller than grasshoppers and not the same coloration, but they are bigger than little crickets. I don’t know what it is, but I call them crickets. They are annoying, mostly because they are not supposed to be in my house!!
The little guys are, of course, big hoppers. When I chase them down with a paper towel, they jump all over the hall or the bathroom. If one jumps into my face, I’ll probably go postal on him 😛
One time I was leaving my bedroom (probably to get a snack) and there was a little cricket just sitting directly outside the door. It was as if he had been waiting for me to come out. Maybe he heard about what I do to his friends. Maybe he was shooting off his mouth and talking trash but I just couldn’t hear him. Maybe he had knocked on the door and had been flexing his muscles, trying to impress his little cricket friends who were watching from around the corner. Now, if I were Peter I’d go off on a tirade about how I went 18 rounds with the bugger and came out with only a black eye and a slight concussion before finally calling upon all the ancient, unholy power of the Prince “Raid” and overcoming the little critter (oh yeah, Peter would have lost some teeth, too…), but I’m not. I promptly retrieved a paper towel and skooshed the intruder.
I hate crickets in my house.