Crickets

I'm not sure which I hate more:

The creepy camel/cave/stone cricket that climbs up walls in my basement home in Slightly Smaller Midwestern City and jump diagonally off the wall when you try to kill them, as seen here

OR

The plain-jane crickets here at my Gram's house which I hardly ever see but which are noise as hell and I can never find to kill when I can't sleep because they are chirping so loudly

I remember one summer night here at my Gram's house when I was 10 or 11, suffering from insomnia back in the days when I was still to young to just stay up, which was only exacerbated by the fact that there was a cricket somewhere in the room that just would not stop chirping. I even had a small air cleaner on, as I usually did to drown out any other noises in the house, but that little cricket was a great deal louder than any air cleaner would ever be. So I searched for him in the little back bedroom, moving everything in every corner, but to no avail. I couldn't find him. Ever since, I have hated those buggers.

But, on the other hand, they aren't as creepy as those damn cave crickets.

Yeah, I'm never happy.