My bathroom has been filled with crickets since I moved into this apartment. I haven’t minded, and in fact I’ve rather enjoyed them; they’re cute little hoppy things that I have to rescue from the tub sometimes before I shower. When I first moved in, they were itty bitty baby crickets, and now some of them have grown quite large. I think they’ve gotten old enough to start being territorial even, if crickets do that, because I’ve found a honkin’ big cricket leg in my bathroom floor. Jon suggested that maybe I just stepped on one and ripped its little leg off, but I prefer not to believe that and instead would rather imagine that I have murderous ninja crickets waging nighttime wars in my bathroom. This idea makes me giggle, probably because I picture them wearing little ninja masks and holding nunchucks.