In Praise of Crickets

EVERY DAY, at this time of year, I find one or two crickets in our house. This morning, a dark brown Field Cricket, on the edge of the kitchen sink, waved its comically long antennae, its rear legs poised as always to leap. Who can begrudge a cricket a temporary home? He destroys nothing. He takes nothing, and he chirps with friendly optimism as he sits under the bed or a dresser. In a few weeks, the grass and woods around our home in Pennsylvania will be relatively silent. The throbbing pulse of cricket communication will be gone.
Jean-Henri Fabre, the French entomologist wrote that there are few things on earth more delightful than the sound of crickets. I agree. In his Book of Insects, Fabre wrote: (more…)

