The past couple of nights, we have had a cricket that came to sing under our bedroom window. It was a nice, summer sound, and I enjoyed getting to hear it. (And it must be really pesticide-resistant, because there's like five types of poison on the shrubs and ground around here.)
Anyway, last night I got up to use the restroom, and noticed that the cricket was awfully loud. I walked into the living room and discovered that the cricket was behind the armchair. He didn't even shut up until I leaned right over him.
So we waited until morning, pulled out the chair, and caught him in a jar.
Tough little guy.
The munchkins don't like bugs much. They kind of oogled the cricket and wandered off.
I released him later into a bunch of ivy an apartment block down.