We're under seige

Crickets. Everywhere. I think we may have offended a higher power, we seem to be experiencing a plague of crickets. You can't go anywhere in this house without running into them. The garage is thick with them, they hop out from under doorways, they've even appeared in the ceiling vent in the laundry room. We've sprayed, we've sticky trapped, and still they come. I find them irritating and overly abundant. Lee seems to be taking their presence personally. Like they know he hates them and they're coming for him intentionally. Apparently he has some sort of crazy bat like hearing, which means that the incessant chirping of the two that are caught under our kitchen cabinets is slowly driving him mad. He Googled how long crickets live, he was not pleased with the answer, we may be putting up with those two house guests for some time. We've all become adept cricket slayers. Lee has the highest body count, I'm not doing too badly myself though. Mitchell has slain two, one with a butter knife (eww). Even Sam accidentally stomped on one in the garage. I assume this is some sort of seasonal thing, and they'll go away eventually, I just hope Lee comes out of it with his sanity intact.