If we were having coffee you’d be laughing at what a wuss I am. I found a cricket in the bathroom and am terrified of all things bug/insect/arachnid and the like. So my choices were wake up the hubby or wake up the cat. I assumed my cat would have more fun than my husband in a grand cricket chase so I went with option number two. After some placing of my kitten in front of the cricket she finally noticed it. Let the games begin, and may the odds be ever in your favor cricket. So she proceeded to play with the cricket, scare the cricket, taste the cricket, until finally grabbing the cricket in her mouth. I expected that to be the end of the cricket until kitty started walking away carrying it in her mouth with pride and not eating it. She pranced into the bedroom and I have not seen her since. So either the cricket has been eaten, or I shall receive the gift of cricket in my face in the middle of the night. Only time will tell. May the odds be ever in my favor.