Every few nights I come down into my basement office—oh, about a half our after the lights go out—and kill crickets. Those pesky varmints are a real pain.
Occasionally, though, I’ll catch one about before the lights have gone out and kill it. Last night, like other times when I squashed one, I was too lazy to clean it up. Like other times, the cricket carcass disappeared overnight.
Where do they go? We don’t have mice that I know of. The rabbit runs free during the day, but is caged at night—and she probably doesn’t dine crickets anyway. Are crickets cannibals? Do they amass in the darkness and delight over their dead brethren? Or does something more sinister lurk in the dank, dark basement?
Shivers down my spine, I won’t work late tonight!