Once - when I was working as an assistant manager at a record store, the manager had gotten a bag of crickets for her iguana - and she left them in the office overnight - and I was closing that night - and they chewed a hole through the bag - and the crickets woulndn't shut up - and I slowly went crazy...
Yikes! Hell, indeed. I've discovered that this cricket will shut up for a while if you go lean over the desk so that your shadow falls back there, but after a while it'll start up again.
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And this one time - at band camp...
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