I think I must accidentally be dragging home chemicals from the lab on the soles of my shoes, and inadvertently breeding mutant insects in the apartment. First the giant centipedes, and now the largest cricket I have ever seen just sauntered across my living room floor. I am no wimpy girly-girl -- I spent four summers working in the middle of the woods living in a tent at a summer camp teaching riding lessons, and I have the lyme disease to prove it. Insects, spiders, snakes, etc., do not bother me, but I don't want them in my home so I have no problem squashing them. However, considering I have yet to heal from my last bug-killing incident, I'm a bit apprehensive to start chasing a super-sized hopping cricket around the apartment. It seems like the least I should do is wean myself off the vicodin before re-injuring myself and requiring a refill. Anyone want to come play my exterminator??