Gaylord, MI (Just Laugh) - *Chirp*, *chirp*, *chirp*...

It's 4:30 in the morning...I've gotta get up in a few hours to go to work and I haven't been able to sleep all night because of it. It's lucky I'm not going to get out of bed because it'd be one dead cricket...

*Chirp*, *chirp*, *chirp*...

Alright, that's it! I stumble out of bed and find my flashlight - I'm not taking any chances this time. I've already made this attempt three times already tonight, but it's always quick to silence once I find it's general area. I slowly approach the source of the satanic squeal, pausing every time it senses my presence and silences itself. I spot it in the corner, calmly rubbing it's legs together as if it's in the middle of a gigantic field somewhere. Finally, I make my move...whap!!! The dead carcass is now imprinted into the unread sports section of this week's local paper. I consider impaling the body on a tooth-pick in the center of the room as a warning to anyone else who dares to keep me awake at such an hour, but I don't think I even have any tooth-picks.

After a quick drink of water as my "victory celebration," I crawl back into bed and prepare to capture a few brief hours of sleep before another long day. My eyelids grow heavy and I soon find myself in the long-forgotten state of sleep - nothing could possibly wake me up now.

*Chirp*, *chirp*, *chirp*...

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