I suppose in the cricket world there is a sign on our home, visible only to them, blinking and flashing "be fruitful and multiply here!"
I'm serious. I hear them everywhere, they leap out at you in the hall, I see the dogs chasing them around the carpet. Of course my dogs choose to catch some but leave them on the floor.
There's an Alfred Hitchcock eerieness coming from our garage as they creak creak creak.
I'm a clean person. I have no filth to offer them. Please pick a different home.
WINTER hurry up!