This is not your usual story about the love people have for crickets. It’s actually a story about people who really come to abhor those noisy, unattractive, grass dwelling little insects.
I believe it was late August when a bunch of family members decided to take a drive to Woodstock, New York to see how Cousin Doris and her husband were enjoying their new home. The house was a decent size and nicely decorated. Grass surrounding the entire house and mountains encircle the entire landscape.
Having had a late start, everyone didn’t get to Doris’ house until dusk. When we got out of the car to stretch our legs, we couldn’t believe our ears! “What is making that ear shattering noise?” asked Gramps. Doris answered, “It’s crickets. The live in the grass and chirp like crazy all night.” “How do you sleep with that noise?” asked Uncle Bill. “Well, I’m getting used to it but most nights, I have to sleep with the windows closed and use a pair of earplugs,” said Doris.
The family was supposed to sleep over three nights but after chirp, chirp, chirp, all through the first night, they made an excuse to their cousin about not being able to stay the next two nights. Before everyone left, Gramps even went as far as asking Cousin Doris if she ever considered investing in a chocolate-covered cricket business to get rid of all those crickets in her grass. Doris thought that was a great idea as crickets are very high in protein and it would clear out her noise problem.
Ellen
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