Since 1996, I have had cricket issues.
I don't know what made 1996 the magic year for them to come and then never really go away.
Inside and outside, they always...are.
I have sprayed, and had professionals come spray, and they always go away for a few months.
But then they come back. They always come back.
Two or three months ago, they came back again. I called my trusty Dad with his bag of tricks, and he came over and sprayed for me. And it worked, for a while. I had won the battle.
But the crickets are winning the war.
For over two months, there was no sign of a cricket anywhere. Life has been good, and peaceful. I even got out of the habit of clearing a room before I walked into it, and stopped leaving the bathroom light on.
And so things have been going great, until this morning, when I walked into the bathroom and felt a suspicious tickling sensation on my foot. A CRICKET WAS ON ME!
After much screaming and yelling around and banging the wall, I finally killed the cricket. Then I collapsed in a quivering heap on the couch and stared blankly at the wall, finally rousing myself to get up and take my daughter to school.
So now I'm back to being the cricket cop, taking my Raid with me everywhere I go in my house, just in case. Other people have termites, or mice...I have crickets.
Eternally, it seems. :(