I would like to appologize to any cricket lovers out there. For our friend the cricket.... is now a stain on the bottom of my boot. He was trying to be a sneaky little cricket, but I was able to outwit my opponent. As I entered the back room the cricket chirping ceased, I walked out of the room just past the doorway and he resumed his chriping. I stepped back into the room, and it ceased again. He was trying to hide from me. I had been able to narrow down which portion of the room I believed him to be residing. I grabbed our maglite, flipped it on and quickly started moving boxes out of the way. I located our little friend the cricket trying to escape and run behind even more boxes. I was able to stop him and feel his little exoskeleton give way under the pressure of my size 9 combat boot. Our little friend the cricket... is no more... as the old saying goes... "Silence is golden"