Adventure Logan

When we arrived here last Wednesday night, one of the first things that greeted us was a noise that we identified as a cricket. A cursory check did not reveal his location but since we were so tired we went to bed vowing to find him in the morning. The next morning he chirped away with great regularity and we began our search in earnest. He appeared to be by the door so we began a search of the wicker cabinet there and even moved it outside convinced that he was hiding there. Once outdoors we heard the chirps continuing inside. So it went with several pieces of furniture and lots of containers with stuff in it. Calling it a day we were convinced that he would be captured on Friday. Friday morning and the chirps continued and we decided to name him Jiminy and to cope until he escaped. Whenever he really annoyed me, I talked to him. Finally by Friday night we figured he was in the vent and Jim Laidlaw brought me a bug bomb that we were planning to use. Saturday dawned and he continued to chirp. Carol Ann came over for a minute and asked “what is that noise” and we told her the story of our pet cricket. She waked toward the vent saying “that’s not a cricket that’s an electronic beep – is your smoke detector working” . Well we were most surprised when Dave took the detector off the wall and I removed the batteries – Jiminy died at 2:45 pm. Carol Ann assured us that she hadn’t been a director of 3 nursing homes without knowing about beeping detectors. That is so much better than getting a gecko to eat it followed by a snake to eat the gecko and an alligator to eat the snake and so on and so on. It was lots of fun and I wish I had a dollar for each time I actually spoke to poor old Jiminy.